Deep/Roots

A Found Poem (Story by Craig Cunningham)

“The Storm

Begins on the Horizon

in the Gathering

small forces

Merge into a ROAR

"without caution"

It hits everything with the SAME force

Withstand.

Houses swept.

SIMPLE stature remains

Exposed and unmoved

"Naked" 

"Seen"

"Fathomed"

Fear whispers...

another begins to gather

...the cycle,

such is the way of the world.

In between

BUILDs its STRENGTH

in unseen places.

Beneath the surface

where roots conquer darkness.

And. Fill. With. LIFE.

We too

Set our sights on the HORIZON

in the QUIET

Decide.

GROW tall or DEEP

find our strength

in Beauty.

Deep roots: courage, love, commitment, community

reminds us of greater goals

covenant

TETHERING ourselves to whom

we truly stand for.

SLOW.

Quiet.

Roots growing through

bold confrontation.

When dreams become reality

Radical is not made overnight

but in thousands of choices

until one day, we find

we are strong.

We look at the horizon and see the storm.

Why would I run for cover?

"Anchored"

a strength in these ROOTS.

Nourished

by love.