A Rock and My Birthplace
Bewteen two granite stones
large enough to keep Jesus
tucked away three plus days
lies a crack so thin
it doesn't allow shadows in
though water finds its
proper place.
In winter it freezes
Summer evaporates
its every molecule
It expands in fall
Renews in spring so when roses
bloom, crimson combines
pinks and reds.
May comes. Dizzy Gillespie
plays the blues and
heavenly tunes fall from heaven
sticking to my thoughts
like ants on picnic food.
Saturated with the idea of
being love drenched,
I took my clothes off
to skinny dip but slipped
and punctured my heart
supplying a stream
with flow.
When it rains is when God finds time
to remind me of life saving lines.
Forever combines, if only in the moments
when sun doesn't shine
and I stand in rain
shouting against the wind.
At the core of my foundation,
a woman's tears were at the heart of
my formation.
Even granite, must yield to this.
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