Grip the Earth
There are moments when truth
nestles in near
when the people surrounding us
struggle to hear
the depth of our desire
to feel something so
ineffably grand
even we can’t know.
In these moments we’re
so quick to rely
on our loved ones to hold us
until we die.
Instead we should
surrender our story
to a fiercer force
in all her glory.
So I let
the rain drip,
teasing my nose;
my toes grip
the earth, for she knows
how to ground me,
beyond any prose
could soothe
this hunger to smooth
over the rifts in my soul,
that long for a warmth
only she
can control.
Mountains stand prouder,
the river bleeds more;
trees carry wisdom
we mustn’t ignore.
The ocean’s commotion,
the sky’s lustful roar,
like the moon, they can guide,
like the sun, they can cure.
So listen and learn
from her wicked ways;
our most treasured teacher
offers hints and praise.
When friends fail to heal,
when our minds take flight
fear not, for she’ll steer
to your delight.
So I let
the rain drip,
teasing my nose;
my toes grip
the earth, for she knows
how to ground me,
beyond any prose
could soothe
this hunger to smooth
over the rifts in my soul,
that long for a warmth
only she
can control.
Let me soar,
let me roar.
Let me soar,
let me roar.
Let me soar,
let me roar.
Let me soar,
let me roar.
Let me soar,
let me roar...