Hundreds and Thousands
Hundreds and Thousands
of sticks is what I found
each a little different within its very kind
These sticks were home to my hurting soul
and carried me on a wisp of hope
to a healing and cleansing akin to an ancient wisdom of old
Some were exciting and challenging and raw
many were humble and sometimes even ready to withdraw
but all led me to a step clear and ready for a message to call
Even when I tried to ignore
a stick would peek around a corner in a city mall
a stick would lift my spirit and make me stand for a moment more tall
Hundreds and thousands of thank you prayers i send
to a God who made each stick so strong,
so clear and so in my heart to belong
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