There is a flag
You can see it
Blowing in the wind
This way and then that way
Up and down
Sometimes it appears to be tied in knots
Occasionally it is so in need of cleaning
That it is difficult to even see what is on the flag
It can be difficult sometimes to fathom
Even for the flag itself
Yet for all this flapping around
This flag never goes far
It does not become detached and blow away in the storm
For the flag is attached
There is a pole of truth
Running right through it
This pole is anchored to the rock
And there is no separating it
In this life or the next
Wonderful, Chris!! 🙂
This is awesome, Chris! Empowering and grounding and wonderful.
Thank you so for sharing this.
Peace to you ~ Allison
Thank you for reading and your kind words !!!
I love the imagery of this poem!
Thank you 🙂
Nice to find your site via ‘I sing because I’m Free’. Very nice poetry!
Thank you! Glad to have you visit 🙂