#unyielding
I was not shaped for kneeling,
except before the One
who breathed the first secret
into the clay of being.
Do not mistake my silence
for surrender.
Mountains too are silent,
yet the earth trembles beneath them.
You may try to chisel my edges,
to teach my voice the language of quiet,
but the soul placed in me
was written with a wild ink.
I am made of the same breath
that set the galaxies turning,
the same hidden fire
that taught dust how to become life.
Bend me if you must
the reed bends in the wind
yet listen closely:
even the bent reed sings.
For within me walks
the memory of the first dawn,
when the universe whispered Be
and existence answered I am.
And know this truth:
She is a woman.
The doorway through which
the soul first enters the world.
The garden where mercy learns to grow.
The quiet moon that softens the night of men.
In her womb,
time gathers its courage.
In her arms,
the trembling child becomes a king.
Do not think her fragile
the ocean appears gentle
until you learn its depth.
For within her burns
the oldest flame of creation,
a light so ancient
even the stars remember its name.
And those who try to break her
only discover
what every mystic eventually learns:
The fire that births the world
cannot be extinguished
by the hands of the world.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 10:42 PM UTC
yellow daisies lean
by the roadside, thin as eyelash—
still they cling to earth.
a small wind sends them trembling,
their bright of gleaming yellow.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 5:02 AM UTC
I am the fire they set,
The one they can’t contain
The whisper on the wind
That calls out your name
I will not break
Or bend, or crack
Paranoia will seep in
Waiting for my attack
I will not go gently
Into the night
I will lurk the dark corners
Deep in your mind
I am the water
That washes away
The sins that you buried
To hide all your shame
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 9:04 AM UTC
what's it about?
the daily grind
evolving one day
at a time
and sacrifices
large and small
to leave my legend
standing tall
not quite divine,
exonerated
and failure is not
tolerated
stay out of my way
I'm here to grab
the things they said I couldn't have
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC
Does anyone need slurs,
from slandering neighbors?
Should it bother anyone,
that people seek after God?
Would it be better, to have
vile people influencing those,
with whom you have interaction
on a regular or daily basis?
What benefit can there be,
when individuals choose to
callously break their oaths?
Are they friend-worthy?
Ideas of no absolute truth
are destructive forces, meant
to ruin our relationship
with the one, true God.
Can anyone really be
hurt by unyielding Truth,
when it uncovers the lies
that people are living?
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.
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Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 15
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
*evermore eyes so bright
they could pierce starlight,
a twinkling wonderment
of an infectious smile,
the ultimate sentiment
'pon a captivated heart
in a tender child's
earnest devotion of
unyielding adoration*
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC