Pitfalls of Grace

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.