Poem: Flexible

I am the reed beside the stream,
Not stiff with pride, nor lost in dream.
I bend when winds of change arise,
And find new strength beneath the skies.

The storm may howl, the tide may turn,
But in each twist, I live and learn.
Not every plan must hold its place—
There’s beauty too in giving space.

I shift, adapt, reshape, renew,
Like morning light in drops of dew.
What breaks the stone rolls off my skin;
I lose to change, and still I win.

Not weak, but wise—I do not cling
To every rigid, brittle thing.
For roots that move can still grow deep,
And those who bend their balance keep.

So let the world move as it will—
I’ll dance, and I’ll be standing still.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie