Change Up
I'm a man reaching up... grabbing a handfull of loose earth with each stride ascending out
of an abyss. Earth that is scented with the dim memory of higher ground. Seeds escape my
soul with each breath full of brimstone smoke. I feel their dead roots between my fingers.
As my tears mix in with the soil, and my muscles sting from my toil, my heart is engulfed
with flames of hope which still linger.
Good God. Great Creator. You hear my soul and have given me strength. You give me rest
under the great oak. You revive my being with sweet water and nectar of the earth. You
heal my being with words in the breeze and hands of warmth from above. You show wisdom to
me in the great oak to see how time and trial give assistance to growth and I love You,
Great One. Great is my God, Lover of my soul. Great Love.
Copyright © George Gabriel | Year Posted 2010
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