Roots Holding On
A tangled mess of mangrove trees
In the waning moon of a low tide
The roots exposed from ground below
They make a place for life to hide.
They keep the delicate balance in check
And patiently wait for the tide to turn
While they obey the cycle of the moon
Rooted to the ground with no concern.
Sometimes life is a tangled mess
As we wait for the tide to change
But if we stand rooted in our faith
Life will suddenly rearrange.
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