When you can no longer recognize the sound of your own dissonance
your strength has already been ground-truthed.
Engraved in your body are the coordinates
Of a basalt bedrock that is deeper than the waves of change,
Steadier than despair.
Courage is to live what is;
To look the truth in the face without blinking.
A place pretense cannot abide,
Where ugliness reveals itself to have been God all along.
To stand amid the fearsome water rushing wildly where it will,
Dislodging riprap from the banks
And carving a new way,
Moving ever on in infinite power.