I wonder sometimes if they all think,
process, imagine, find futile,
an effort to push a boulder aside.
I feel the clammy stone of a permanence,
both hands taking grip on a monstrous image,
finding the will,
and yet realizing it is not about strength
When forgiveness occurs, we do find a way,
to lean, to count upon, the girth
of our boulders will
hold us up, give us strength,
allow our hearts and mind to know
that though it will never go away,
sometimes the offer
is meant only to be stability.
I was walking along the beach the other day,
the footprints in the sand,
I could tell by their depth and lift,
a certain happiness in the owner’s gait.
Perhaps a burden lifted
the illusion of the rock,
set aside for now to appreciate another day.
Rather than move or alter or deface,
I will continue to cleanse the porous response
the rock reminds us all,
there is a constant reminder,
in our eternity,
to live by a mistake,
is to recognize the beauty of our