Upon This Rock

leaf on rock

 

Upon this rock I take my stand,

I shall not stand alone;

I feel a strength beneath my feet,

A strength that’s not my own.

I feel a coolness in its shade,

A balm for flitting breast;

I feel the pulse of holy heat,

A place to sit and rest.

.

Upon this rock I build my life,

I shall not build in vain;

It anchors me to solid ground,

And lifts me up again.

A sure foundation, set in stone,

An anchor for life’s seas –

So blow and bluster, autumn wind,

You shall not conquer me.

 

 

 

 

 

Counterpoint

fallen leaves

 

There’s nothing remarkable

about giving Gravity

his way, nothing noteworthy

about this free-fall; no great

burden of excellence hangs

about the necks of the damned

as they rot in earthen graves.

.

Falling is too natural

to draw comments from the stands,

stumbling too easy to raise

an eyebrow or stir surprise.

So when she rose from the dead,

walked away from the compost

in her burnt orange platform

heels, she really stepped it up.