Statue of Clay?

So why didn't I just put my name? Well, to answer that question I'll first tell you why I chose this name. I chose it because it's what I am. See, my goal is to be a statue that stands fixed pointing to heaven, and for now i'm just made of clay. When the rain comes I often melt and lose my form. But the more I stare at the sky, the more the Son will bake me, and the stronger I will become. One day I hope to be a statue of stone, that can stand the weather, unmovable, staring to the sky without blinking. Why didn't I just use my name? Because every time I write I don't want it to be "me" writing. I want to remember to keep my gaze fixed upon Him and so I chose a name that will remind me to do just that.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Of Rivers and Dams

The power is mounting, like a river that swells behind the dam.
A consuming flowing river held back for far too long.
Behind the dam it rages longing to be released, longing to be free
And yet it yields itself to the dam for the sake of those in the valley,
Those too weak to withstand the force of its power
This is my burden, my gift, my commission
The greatness of such must be held back for the safety of the valley
And the ocean
For if the river was to be released it would consume those in the valley
And drain the ocean, leaving it dry, and empty
This beautiful water would be wasted and depleted
Yet soon the water will swell to great for the dam to hold
It was meant to guide the ocean, to direct and protect it, not to hold it back
The rains are coming
Where can be found an outlet able to withstand the force of the wave
Is there any strong enough to sustain the force of a rushing this powerful?
Is there none but the very outlet that now fills the ocean?
Where are the plants that need the rushing of water? That can stand it?
When will the dam learn to tame the ocean?
Should it be tamed?
When learned to be tamed this ocean will cleanse the land
It will water the wilted and dying trees
It will a refreshing spring and a powerful protector
For the fulfillment of this I wait, and I strive
Until at last it can be trusted to give life not death and hope not fear

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