Habits set in. Fierce.
Moods overcome us,
Daunting and difficult.
Fires are combustible
in our relationships.
Rocks that will not move.
Insurmountable, we say.
Stony outcroppings like
fortresses against the wind.
To break them down, impossible.
To challenge them, the devil’s deceit.
To break with the past,
a tedious effort,
to reshape our future,
imaginations true test.
waves, wash over us.
By the drop, challenge
Reshape the land with
the small and relegated.
Define us by the inter-blended
waves, wave upon wave,
water warrior upon water warrior.
The victory of the insignificant,
the cessation of doubt, wrought
upon a stubborn, defiant coast.
Time matters. And time laced with
subtle actions, tumultuous challenges,
the roar of foaming waves, the lapping
all form fissures that divide what is stone,
and make way for stone to break.
Oh Gentle Lord, remind us that in the slow
and steady roll of great waters, in the steady
drip of rain, in the fall of cascades
of renewed promise,
there is change. There is the break of day.
There is a cavalcade of what is new,
a surprise water could not fathom.
Such tiny, irrepressible drops
More ancient still,
on the land.
From a new project I’m working on. Working title: something like “Sojourners of the Spirit: Christian Free-Verse Poetry for Every Mood." What do you think of the above? Any possibility there? Thanks for any input you can offer.