From where the rain first fell, gathered force
to rill, cut course, ran to join in stream,
became river to ocean come ~
stone shows the weathered edge, breaks
down to sand, mixes with the roll and churn
of life, ‘til loamy rich it provides for seed.
Held sweet, drinks deep and gives forth fruit.
Humans bear the brunt of life’s fierce work.
The heat of passions thrust to join, create
both richness, home and life. We look ahead
to cut course upon a pathless field.
Hold the past both blessed scarred a tally card.
Conceive the dream chart the course only belief
drives us to what we want to see as true. Who
has the strength to face the fears
what might come, what dream undone?
This person raised from earth, who holds both
past and future told. Animal human, more than beast,
creates both pain and incredible feast. Potential
vast in uncharted glory, can bring to rubble history's
wonders to plunder or build ~ this being can be blind
debased, pummeled by indignities of fate. In one moment
sublime create a miracle that raises spirits for all time.
Never doubt this storm tossed sea that fate stands
to forecast what shall be. Know instead that we face fate
describe, then create from resources vast what shall be.
Posted on 10/9/2007 9:33:47 AM
