Flowing Rivers of Grace
Poetry is like a river,
Flowing, cutting a path
Through the wilderness of your mind.
Poems are water,
Smoothing the rocks of pain
As the words pour from your heart.
But not just words,
Poetry erodes the very sand
From your soul,
The sand which is found in the deepest pools
Of your emotion.
It washes away the crashing thoughts.
In a massive waterfall,
Your deepest anger is forgotten at the bottom,
And your greatest joy bubbles to the surface.
Only to repeat itself again,
Till you reach the bountiful oceans of Heaven.
(more later I'm sure;)
