
Pitfalls of Grace
Ives Wittman
A life both random
And constrained becomes the flow
Of coming into being,
We cannot always control.
Like water
That cascades and carves its way
Through the landscape
With a determination and
Single-mindedness
To persevere in allegiance to its call.
Dark trees fall.
The forest thunders.
The gray sky blankets
The atmosphere above.
As the mountain water rushes
Downhill in fury to
Bring down the wall.
A force of nature tempts
Pitfalls of grace.
Madness rushes forth
To a glorious purpose served.
