The Grand Canyon Speaks its Own
In the long run, the dripping water hollows stone.
I laughed when I heard such boasts.
Stone standing before you were considered,
Beaten before you were born.
It’s all too true – persistence pays off.
The strongest does not always have the toughest appearance.
What had I to fear from something so common,
So calm and so shallow as the stream?
Transparency hid something more in its depths.
You marvel at my grandeur
Yet I am but a shell of my former self.
I might have upheld castles
Instead I am torn from within.
I am a sculpture, a monument
To persistence and deceptive looks.
My beauty shows me to be weak,
The insignificant, not so.
Do not be fooled-
You too may fall prey to the stream.
Drop by harmless drop hollowed out,
Changed by time and habituation,
A reminder of your former self, my arrogance,
An empty vessel to be filled
By your destroyer, your maker, your completion.
~Copyright Robin J. Kniskern 1999~
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