sometimes,
a lot of times
we have to
walk through
beauty to
find ourselves
again. each
leaf picked
each flower
admired and
left - letting
us know we
are only
observers of
this place
by the river
where flowers
grow and
concrete commands
the flow
of H2O &
i asked to
be made
stronger to
help others
with problems
and it has come
to pass - i am
stronger. now
now nothing
passes through
- no pity, no
remorse, no
empathy my
heart stronger
as tears flow
down - my heels
clicking past
my cobbled path
* from: The Principle of the Path by Andy Stanley
