Sure Design

I'm just a thread in a hand,
like a castle on a sand.
With every storm that's breaking,
It's foundations shaking.

There must be a way out,
Before this life ends with a dirge.
Bedazzled by the expectations,
Longing for some careless mirth.

Often have I wondered, if someone's up in the sky,
Watching me, leading me and loving me by and by.
With every look i've taken, back into my life,
I've seen he dots connecting and the tears being wiped dry.

If all this is not the hand of God,
What else then should I call it?
For everything is a plain design,
With no blow of luck in it!

Bless you!
TM.