You are my Rock
You are my Rock
You are my rock, my High Tower
You are my fortress, my butterfly
You are my rainbow, my quiet breeze
You are my reflective rock-pool, my blue sky
You are my soft day, my springtime breeze
You are my mighty oak, my buttercup
You are my front door, my safe house
You are my full stomach, my rested head
You are my job, my labour, my work
You are my friend, my counsellor, my love
You are a hazelnut in the hand of your servant Julian
You are the inspiration of the writer Augustine
You are the author of chaos to order on the first day
You are the potter, the sculptor, the artist.
[Image from Unsplash open source. Poem first published in the Maltfriscan Newsletter, The Bripper, January 2021].
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