But the Lord said
Go through many hard things
And as I am
Simply a weak human
Who knows but what
About all those missed connections
I can let go
I can throw it down
Like all those seeds thrown to the wayside
But I can't help
From flinging it about
As if an angry child throwing a fit
Who thinks he has thrusted in his sickle
With all his might
All the day long
Churning every grain of passion
In vain
For what
They slipped through the hourglass