Mountains could have stood Unbroken to the sky For millennia and then some But for the invisible force That separated their craggy faces Those unbreakable surfaces Hewn and worn By something entirely unseen Soil drifted from rich slopes Until the land grew bankrupt Rocky and inhospitable Yet life still pushed through Always seeking its way … Continue reading Persistence and the Miraculous
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Suffering creates the silhouette And pain delineates the substance We are all un-sculpted stone rough hewn Plain in our rawness Beautiful - once hammered and chiseled and worn