Poem October 22, 2018 Issue

On the rock

Joan Ware

ROPELATO PHOTOGRAPHY; EARTHSCAPES/MOMENT/GETTY IMAGES. CAPE KIWANDA, OREGON.

The storm roared LOUD.
The rock felt SO small.
I clung tightly to the rock
   as waves engulfed and 
   pounded me.

As I clung, I found God:
   Mother Love.
   The always-with-me,
   the never-could-leave-me, 
      Mother Love.
   Strong. Mighty.
   All good. 
   Truth divine.
   Rock of Ages.* 

The rock grew larger.
The storm grew smaller until 
   it CEASED. 
The rock was ALL.

Seeing clearly now,
I rest on this rock of Truth.
Forever safe.

—Joan Ware

*See Frederic W. Root, Christian Science Hymnal, Hymn 293 

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