CONVICTIONS

Roots of values spread their cerebral tree
standing against the elements,
stripped of any delusions
leaves of amber theories
scattered over life’s moments.

Upon the shore of choice
where the waves from time
crash against conviction’s grains,
the marrow of faith stays steady and strong,
it might be bent from the gales of questions,
drooping as night comes
to bring the doubt’ cold solitude,
turning inward to feed upon the spiritual sap,
knowing that regardless the weather
no matter how the day unfolds
even if the place one is grounded
becomes hostile and bleak,
one can cling to the soul’s soil
ever aware it was planted by the Lord,
willing remaining
with eyes facing towards Heaven
despite the landscape growing harsh.

What is the trunk we choose as our foundation
will always be the bark
others see in our actions,
but God knows
if when the branches of our desires get trimmed
whether there will still be a witness
regarding what we cared about the most.