The Rock

This is the first poem I wrote within days of my worst tragedy in March of 2003:

The sea rages against this rock,
The fierce winds rip and tear.
Howbeit that this rock still stands?
The torrents, the darkness that has befallen this place.
The harshness of the sand daily shaping it’s countenance.
The heat that rises, yet bears down upon thee.
The shaping and forming of this beautiful sight.
How can we understand that it’s true beauty lies in its endurance.