Sunday, March 8, 2009

between a rock and a hard place



Stone Wall

and i have built a monument to myself, my struggle

with
winters weathered,
summers sweltered

dying a little with every autumn
but forever defying each year's march toward death
with a spring in my step come easter lilies' reminder
of the crosses we bear and the resurrections awaiting

rolling another rock away from a tomb of my own making,
adding it to the long line of stones constructing this wall,
a humble cairn, a testament to dogged perseverance,
blending in with the changing seasons surrounding me

intimating i am still here, i was here, until i was not

2 comments:

..WW.. said...

love it...good stuff great site

j.h.goertel said...

thx WW...
pass it on to your circle.

peace/ JHG