Don’t I have some of those places in me?
All churned up
Weak and weary spots
Chinks in my armor
Where worry and fear
Anger and pride
Stand guard
The water
Constantly battering those places
Wearing away the defenses
Caving in the walls
Churning up the deadly waters
It is a spectacular sight, really
A beauty to behold
The power of the water is astonishing
Maybe the water is not the enemy
Maybe it is the artist’s paint brush
Turning ashes into beauty
Suffering can do that
Building our character
Making us stronger
Would that my caved in walls
Hold more living water
And be a beauty to behold
A masterpiece
Where the artist’s
Passion is displayed
© 2011 Julie Clark
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