Marianne Kesler


Erosion Cold as a stone with feet of clay…I. Blown by the wind and swept away…I. An avalanche of elements Expose this mountainside; A landslide of emotion Rending furrows deep and wide. Close to the edge with feet of dust…I. Tarnished by time and turned to rust…I. The earth begin to crumble From the banks on either side; An onslaught of erosion Melting shoreline into tide. And I am washed by your sea of grace; Submersed in shadows that hide your lovely face. When the morning comes II hope to find my place (of peace) … in spite of this erosion. Sorrow lasts a moment and weeping for a night; But joy comes in the morning, Riding in on wings of light. c 2006 Cool Spirit Publishing (ASCAP)