I have been through unsightly storms and flung by your wild sea
I longed to, just for a time…
But this, my friends, is an uncontrollable life
The water is not ready …to stop rushing
So I say, “I am done running!”
I cannot place my palm to the wind
Nor my body to the ocean
And pretend…not to be absorbed by it
You hold my feet down so I may withstand it!
You flood my graffiti heart
so I may be born again
A reformed spirit
Your blood makes me permanent!
If I yell at the rain and with a heated temper question it
My tree will only wither …in stubborn ignorance
Choosing love instead,
I bathe in your rawness!
I bury my will into the unknown
Graciously taming my patience.