"Ants" Poem

- Ants - The ants carry my thoughts Millions of tiny pieces So give me grace as I try to convey my mindFragmented lines,Showing an irrelevance of timeTrying to find their way home Take it all as you would one of the ants With a simple smile and quiet wonderThat God would use such small things to conquer mountains That God birthed the fountains of creationFrom his mind Yet He took timeTo make these feeble feet That He would make oceans out of rivers that never meetThat He would give me hopes that I can't seem to keepThey always seem so brokenShaken by people on the streetsSo I walk this world the way the ants doWeights too heavy to bear on my backBumping in and out of places that are blackPleading that one day My thoughts will reach the places they want to goAnd not just be hopes that I know But in this moment my eyes are closed As I try to keep my feet moving forward But I seem to find even darker spaces So I end up asking for more and more graces But I am reminded That He makes the fe