Become giants from the ground
by You Have My Word
Here is the unmaking
in petals falling with not enough weight
From faith of smallest measure,
a giant stems from ground’s hold –
pushing and making way
fighting against earth and air
It wouldn’t be called growth
if there was no gravity
for it’s only in the martyr of life
that we ever progress
or become less if we give in.
Let yourself rather reach and fall from the sky
than die half-height, half-strength
of what you could have been.
You will not break
nor make a sound.
You will unmake even more into the soil,
and entrench yourself further into the roots,
and find the faith you thought too small to plant,
and birth yourself
This is the 10th poem in a series of 30. Read the previous nine here: