Silt and Clay 

If time were the highest mountain 
people would climb and claim it.

Yet who can wait so long 
till it becomes mere silt and clay 

washed away down braided river.
My King can, everlasting Creator.

A poem from Vocation as Resistance © Craig A. Roberts 2022. 
(paperback, ebook, audio book) 

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