there are
lines in the sand
messages written
in god’s own hand
but we have forgotten
how to read them
we have become
illiterate
to the language
of the soul
we refuse
to decipher anything
that does not conform
to our vision
of the world
we read only that
which justifies what we
want
and
have done
anything else
is viewed as
meaningless scribbles
in the sand
created only
by the tide’s movement
lines in the sand
soon washed away
with the next wave
a wave
that once again
leaves an unread
message