Endurance is for the living hopeful
left by loved ones
‘mid cross-walk.
Endure:
in the intersection
of heaven
and earth
the
v
e
r
t
i
c
a
l
beam
is longer than
the horizon,
the sky’s spine greater than burdened shoulders.
Crucifixion is temporal;
resurrection—eternal.
Groans diminish within a minute
when
t
h
e
w
e
a
r
y
trip
over
Laughter,
a patient
spring
hidden
in
the
wild.
Surprise.
The prize trickles at your feet.
‘Mid the dirt, a limitless drink.
In the tic of a wink
dust-to-dust
becomes God with us.
Endure.
Endurance is for the living hopeful.
a poem by Troy Cady
1 comment:
That was so wonderful, Troy - it was something I slowed myself down to savor. I felt renewed and hopeful at the end.
Thank you.
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