#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.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC
Breath blows a tree’s leaf
Into the stream below it—
One more reminder
That seasons bring scarcity—
But still the water flows.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 6:28 PM UTC
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?
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 3:54 PM UTC
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*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
#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
#
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.
#
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
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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
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!
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
perhaps after
four or five winters it will come
splitting raindrops
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
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.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC