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. 
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