Stoic stance,
stand me in good stead;
though the earth give way,
and the mountains rush into the sea,
I will not be moved.
Scales of Justice,
swing no more.
Grist,
remove thyself from the mill.
Super-sized inner strength,
with a side of courage,
usher the bride to the altar
and marry heart to intent;
Spirit whose breath
holds me aloft,
make good your boast
and hold me fast
in this solo dance,
stoic stance.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
OH! There are not sufficient WOW’s for this one, Melody–definitely one for my “keepsake file”. Excellent rendering–I don’t know what else to say. God bless you–love, Caddo
Aw, thanks.
Melody, I too, love poetry that can nicely double as prayer, even if unintended. Lovely.
Thanks Rob! 🙂