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#steadfastness
The Unseen Anchor “Even in silence, steadfastness shapes life’s every course.” The tide pulls hard against the rusted pier, Dragging the salt-crust shadows toward the deep. Below the surface, something holds its breath, An unseen anchor humming in the sleep of stone. It does not fight the current's frantic pull, But gathers weight from all the silence kept. Each memory it bears is knotted tight with years, Holding fast what drifted, though the world has leapt. Above, the white-caps chase a ghost of foam, While deep in silt, the iron finds its home. No eye can see the steadfast pulse below, Yet every wave submits to what it cannot know. The storm may scream its hollow, frantic pride, But cannot break the strength that chooses to abide. In its shadow, drifting things find sudden pause, And even lost ships whisper thanks without a cause. It is the silent vow beneath the swell, The secret strength that words can never tell. Forever moored where unseen currents bend, An anchor holds, beginning where we end.
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC
The Unseen Anchor
Breath blows a tree’s leaf Into the stream below it— One more reminder That seasons bring scarcity— But still the water flows.
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Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 6:28 PM UTC
A tree planted by streams of water
Weathervane, weathervane, whither does the wind blow? Will you learn to point the way or will you just go with the flow? When the fox would rule the henhouse as the wind twists all around will the weathercock crow midnight without making a sound?
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Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 3:54 PM UTC
Weather vain
# *They take into themselves,  living water from the vine strip that love brought to them  from the canopy's Gathering-- from the passing storm of the lair, in Stratus And behold, they are unafraid,        these thirsty-ones-- these cohesively-vibrating, pre-feathered cygnets these illustrious,  winged smolts--                                stream-drawn,                                  ocean spawned. Their wings: give flight?    No, not quite; (though for an eternity  they have flown.) And ever since love,   its been known ever evolving,   they are..          yet never  fully grown-- The Living water keeps them stretching,   reaching.. yearning,  for  a  wind         that will give their hearts a home,                                              seed-sown.* #
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Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
Guzzlers
#Those beautiful eyes-- they wont stop looking at me and they never stop  believing in me I swear to Christ, I ******* hate her My contempt-filled, trauma-built fortress of distrust   is systematically becoming  dismantled                         raw;  pure--   love,         is such a sneaky little ****** And its unfettered, magical-wizardry  is now putting my central core at risk--      *the fear of annihilation      is one truly ****** up hell      **a ******* horror  beyond all horrors.*** She is still looking at me with                that love  in her eyes.                 Now I really hate her. #
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Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 9:16 PM UTC
Trust
# Those beautiful eyes-- they wont stop looking at me and they never stop  believing in me I swear to Christ, I ****** hate her My contempt-filled, trauma-built fortress of distrust   is systematically becoming  dismantled raw;  pure..   love,  is such a sneaky little ****** And its unfettered, magical-wizardry  is now putting my central core at risk--      the fear of annihilation      is one truly ****** up hell      *a ******* horror  beyond all horrors.* She is still looking at me with                that love  in her eyes.                 Now I really hate her. #
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Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
Trust
. When love was young and bore an immigrant Soul, how fresh and adventurous the years And brinkmanship, my rite, was took for grant, Aye, in my flotsam and jetsam, I spent no tears Which by and by a greedy sea of beginnings Has left no bounty, but cargo delivered or turned To wood adrift, which built but useless things, Children love tossing in fires bonny burned. Here I lie, on the waters edge, searching— For something to contain my emptiness, My wanderlust, but like shy waves lurching, I wrestle now, toward land, not loneliness. Though I spent my life as a flag unfurled, A disembodied soul is without this world. .
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
Sailors Sonnet
O Fortitude! Strength of the wav’ring heart! Steadfastness summoned when the blood runs cold! When allies flee and none will take our part, Where honor and friendship are cheaply sold, Thine aid divine makes the trembling soul bold! When terror would invade our feeble frame, Thy subtle power puts the foe to shame! O Fortitude! O encouraging voice! When darkness attempts to blot out the sun, And slav’ry’s law to deprive us of choice, You brace the nerves of the poor frightened one, Reminding that the vict’ry can be won: If to perseverance we should hold fast, We shall the adversaries all outlast! O Fortitude! Come, and run in our veins, Fire our tepidity and make us brave! As long ages pass, ‘tis thee who remains, Long suff’ring Patience, who never shall cave! Come, Resolution, from all weakness save - Where the frail man falls, and in despair lies, You reach out your hand, and bid him to rise!
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
O Fortitudo
perhaps after four or five winters it will come splitting raindrops
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
haiku no. 87
Faith It holds me up It keeps me on my feet It is steadfast and sturdy It keeps my head above the Waves of doubt that wash over It bears me up on its strong shoulders And when all else is lost I find my faith It is imoveable and capable of much Once developed my faith can never flee It flies on wings of fire that can never let me down But is not just any faith, but the faith in the one who made me The one who knows my name The one who loves me dearly That can withstand the trails.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Faith Like Fire