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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.

Its 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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