any given day

There are days that call for the strength of mountains,

to meet force with force

to hammer against the cold hard rock

until it gives, revealing treasured gems

unseen to most.

There are days I am allowed to drift

to float along with or without, to explore

my creator within His seas and think or not,

as I interact with judgments that flow

(regardless of what I choose) about anything or nothing.

There are days that I feel threaded into the ground,

just another blade of grass among many…

walked on, cut down—but soft, oh, so tender—

being vulnerable while rooted to God and community

(willingly) is a unique strength.

Then there is today, when I recognize the consequences

of being too firm. Of wanting to hold those who drifted out of reach,

or beyond, or that I only met once as a mountain, or the sea,

or whimpered beneath them as grass

so I can prove that I can be a tree just as well…

with the flexibility of limbs tall-reaching towards the sky

I don’t have to beat myself black and blue for diamonds,

drown for answers, or let life run over me.

I can turn and bend and keep on reaching for light,

unfolding one small scroll of wisdom at a time, and
even after the pelting of a hard days rain, 
or the chaffing of the whipping wind,

yes, even though my boughs hang low, 
I have hope in the sun.