Finding My Ground

Finding My Ground

Stand tall.

I sit uneasy
in my easy chair.
The earth beneath me
is soft and shifting.
The sound rock of truth
insists I stand.

Will surrender save me?
Will remaining grounded
make any difference
to my self-centered soul
so afraid of humility?

I struggle to save
all those things
time will take away,
yet barely notice
my growing heart
which creates oceans
from a drop of water,
and brilliant stars
from a single spark.

I quickly forget
there is within me
a pathway to serenity
where everything belongs
and I can rest peacefully.

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Keep your eyes on the stars,
and your feet on the ground.
~ Theodore Roosevelt