Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
You don’t know them If you want to give Do it only in God’s sight Reliance Confidence Honesty Look within And above Walk straight Know truth A stepping stone for your feet The foundation But not the beauty How did they become this way Water Earth And sky Hard on every side And within But the water runs freely They stand still Letting you pass by Rocks are the family Water is the life Our dreams pass through their life They see what we have And our unhappiness The stone wears what you refuse And becomes what you ignore You want them on one side Or the other But they do not take sides There is no side but life They believe in miracles But they do not wait The unforgiving earth is the last rite They showed us their wounds A scar is surrounded by life An island of strength A reminder of survival A life inside of death Reality for them A source of goodness for you Do not weep for them And then wash yourself away Leaving rocks misshapen Forgotten At the bottom of the lake
0
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
The Bottom of the Lake
You don’t know them If you want to give Do it only in God’s sight Reliance Confidence Honesty Look within And above Walk straight Know truth A stepping stone for your feet The foundation But not the beauty How did they become this way Water Earth And sky Hard on every side And within But the water runs freely They stand still Letting you pass by Rocks are the family Water is the life Our dreams pass through their life They see what we have And our unhappiness The stone wears what you refuse And becomes what you ignore You want them on one side Or the other But they do not take sides There is no side but life They believe in miracles But they do not wait The unforgiving earth is the last rite They showed us their wounds A scar is surrounded by life An island of strength A reminder of survival A life inside of death Reality for them A source of goodness for you Do not weep for them And then wash yourself away Leaving rocks misshapen Forgotten At the bottom of the lake
mark-lecuona
Written by
American
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem