Monday, August 25, 2008

Brook

Rocks,
Water,
Sand and,
Stone.

These are the pieces,
When brought together,
Create the brook,
That forever will be unfettered.

We look upon the winding path,
The stream most surely made,
Bending and turning,
Providing us places to wade.

We step out into the water,
Without any fear,
Allowing the calmness,
To wash away the tears.

The brook you see,
Will always be,
Calmly flowing over the rocks.

The water flows,
From point to point,
Always changing,
Never forgetting its power to anoint.

I am the stone and the rock,
And you are my water,
Calmly flowing over me,
To create that which does not falter.

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