Love’s Grit On island's highest cliff seeds fall into fractured cracks. As ice thaws in sun’s rays bird poop glues one seed firm, others fall away. Out of rocks' greys and browns, a crown of green. Unseen twisting hairy roots pierce crumbling rock, push deeper in. As seasons pass, new vine forms, a thorny wood battered by winter’s foul tempers, spat upon by salty spray. Yet come spring succulent shoots of reddy green prepare the day when sweet roses shall bathe in sun’s glorious rays, perspiring in warmth as sweetest scent of suffering love pervades. Forget winter's horrid days of life lived by sheer grit. And O I hear the birds sing, a choir of echoes, bouncing off battered cliffs rejoicing in what the Lord has made from fractured face and stony heart.
A poem from Vocation as Resistance © Craig A. Roberts 2022. (paperback, ebook, audio book)
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