The way that roots intertwine
Gripping everything together
Clawing through the dirt
To get every bit of moisture.
The way the sky supports clouds
Those dewy cotton parades
Gently pushing them along
For everyone to see.
The way that feathers
In their elevated splendour,
Carry the weight
Of the creature they carry.
Will you support me
Or carry
Or push me along
Similarly?
If a crutch can push against
The ground to help a man
Move his broken body
To and fro.
If a paddle
Can direct the eb and flow
To choose its course
In that vastness of wet.
If I can collect vapour
In little rivulets
And sustain my spirit
With its freshness.
Then surely you so great
Can support me so weak,
A fool puddle jumping
In gasoline.
Could you make me porous
To absorb your spirit
As it soaks into
Every crag and fissure.
Like a tall and ancient mountain
That’s watched every single sunrise,
Would you keep me from crumbling
To just witness you longer.
I’ll happily borrow strength
I have none of my own,
I just want to know you better
To love you more fully.
– Vagabond Prophet
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