Ripples
In the soft
And the hard
On the water
A gentle breeze
In the moment
On the granite
Storms and ice
Over aeons
In my spirit
The rock and roll
Of the history of me
Ripples
In the soft
And the hard
On the water
A gentle breeze
In the moment
On the granite
Storms and ice
Over aeons
In my spirit
The rock and roll
Of the history of me
Solitary sentinel
Faces menacing skies
Steadfast
Resolute
Safe harbour signal
Sought in distress
In countenance: fierce
But whose hearts
Have the gentleness
Of brushed cotton
Storms and
The gentlest breath of air
Stripped me down
To barest essence
Through all that
Have I watched
The comings and goings
Of the living
“Don’t worry”
Said the stubby, tenacious conifer
“I’ve got your six”
His platoon murmuring support
“What?”
“The Jesus Effect,” I say more loudly. “When the sun comes through the clouds in shimmering rays like that.”
If we could live a fairy tale
With spells, I would acquire
For you the gold that glitters
Our true love would inspire