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| Porlock Weir (Aug 2010) |
Ravaged ragged teeth
stand against the tide
stoic reminders of other times.
Heroic battlers of gale and storm,
sentinels at history’s gate.
Beauty creeps from its years
and afterglow of craggy smile
in the victory of its longevity.
Standing still
it still stands
against the punishing rock,
withstanding still
the daily skirmish
with tidal dental floss
and the fierce brush
of the Atlantic .
This too is me
rusted, ravaged
uneven, ocean beaten,
scarred.
Given beauty
by a God who doesn’t age
and sees in me
not the ravaged ragged teeth
but the splendour
of simply standing
against the tide.
1 comment:
Yes still!
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