Erosion by Glenn CurrierThe wind and stream of this day
catch me
whirl me around and around
I wonder if I ‘m being ground down
to become a smother stone
course edges honed into sparkling sand
or will the deep-rooted hidden
sadness
doubt
and fear
replace the wind
with a kind of pitiful persistent darkness
that bedevils and erodes the heart
and swallows the wiggles and joy
of the giggling little boy
still alive inside?
On the other hand
Yet I search
like da Gama, Cortez and Armstrong
like Jesus, Buddha, and Black Elk
yet I hope for
a kernel
a grain
a glimmer
of the overwhelming
never-ending
reckless love of God. 10/27/2018 Posted on 10/27/2018 Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
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