Thankful

fertility

I am nothing
But I am strong

I know nothing
But I grow and mold
Every jab, shell giving hold
Freeing this graceful soul so old

I own nothing
But conquer will heart
Peaks prone to tearing it apart
The higher one goes the wider the view
Where one can detach and find self anew

Today I am defeated
But death seeds new life
And space is born after every strife
Ashes congeal watered by fertile tears
And tomorrow becomes again, alight

I am thankful,
For this spirit,
For what I am,
Guiding all through it,
And this remarkable plan.

Amen.

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