Tiny Shiny Diamonds, His Promises
I’ll live upon His promises,
those tiny shiny diamonds,
because I’ve seen the hard depths
of the drinking-drowning-darkness
I’d assured myself the addictiveness,
that I’d ingested - wasn’t contagious
whenever really it was robbing
everything: bones and blood...
hopefulness had to have its
way within my tired old soul
james kenneth blaylock