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Adverse Conditions
by Tim D LivingstonMay no steps be taken
But solid ground be certain
I think I'll choose and trust you still
Beneath the trees on holy hill
If the wind blows
I'm gone
If the sun shines
I'll burn
If it's raining out
I'll drown
If I emerge
Submerged by grace
Urge me to chase
The leaves that lead
by heaven's pace
May no steps be certain
But solid ground be taken
Perfect or permissive will?
Lead me to Your holy hill
If it makes sense
Confuse it
If it's permitted
then refuse it
If it's burning
defuse it
You are waiting in the open
The winds are blowing
The trees are burning
Rain is falling after all
04/14/2009 Posted on 04/14/2009
Copyright © 2024 Tim D Livingston
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/14/09 at 02:13 PM Every step is taken on legs of rubber whether on solid soil or quicksand. We just tend to forget about it if we aren't thinking. Nice write. We all believe in something whether it is love or life or death or deity. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/14/09 at 03:11 PM I enjoyed the shifting rhymes in this - made me pay more attention as I read. I liked how you tied the trees, wind, rain together, and I loved the lines about "holy hill". Stanza 2 is lovely in its solution. |
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