by Lisa Curry

Created on: June 17, 2008

The Faith to Move Mountains

This water, this slow and fast
From small to vast
Over open plain or hilltop
Clouds spin showers down mountains

Sticking like ice when the time is right

Yet miniature crevices
Allowed water to hide
And now in death's cold chill
Our plain molcules
Shift-burgeoning in the fullness
Of ice

Split open the rock like
A wedge- sending many pieces of mountain tumbling

Funny how even water
Moves mountains

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