Erosion and Polish For Peace

My God Rock has searing powers.
Smooth like rounded glass in right pocket,
thumb and index finger manipulate it.
Erosion is my term.
I use it so often, maybe it wears,
But I’m told I polish it.
It fills my heart with stillness,
floods me with compassion,
stifles me into silence,
allowing me to care with love.
If I touch the rock before I speak,
the anger flows down the street,
and my mouth releases no poison.
a peace so full,
I wish I could hold it forever.


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  1. #1 by liv2write2day on February 27, 2011 - 12:11 pm

    Wonderful reminder, Carl.

    • #2 by Carl on February 27, 2011 - 9:14 pm

      Thank you, Victoria. I am reminding myself as often as I can.

  2. #3 by Claudia on February 27, 2011 - 2:51 pm

    i liked the image of anger flowing down the street..good to get rid of it..

    • #4 by Carl on February 27, 2011 - 9:13 pm

      Thanks, Claudia. It is an unwelcome guest.

  3. #5 by cloakedmonk on February 27, 2011 - 11:08 pm

    The first line has captured me. Lovely.

    • #6 by Carl on February 28, 2011 - 6:50 am

      Thank you so much for your comment!

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