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...