Tied to reality
I struggle to stand tall in a wave of burning spirit... what is it I stand
for?
Forcibly releasing the man I am... to discover the man I must become.
This child... a still river...
Remembering his small hands in mine... holding his heart as the quiet came to
us.
Broken is the
way I am to be...
a broken Ego...
a broken mind...
A
broken heart...
......then
finally....
.....Broken flesh.
...Healing
began...
He was
gone... the River went away.
Then came the Rain... to fill his older brother with love.
and his father with fear.
Once again tied
to reality I face these things. Brave and strong I have to be.
Forced to open my heart as far as possible to learn from him.
This Child... as gentle Rain... a raging Storm... a brave Eagle.
Watching his hands in mine as he holds his fathers heart with innocent love...
