A Fickle Feeling
Donald P. Goodman III
Version 1.0,
The tide will ebb and flow, and twice a day will rise
and fall again, ne'er lasting more than hours; the sea
unsteady, formless, fickle, petulant, decries
the rocks it beats, its change its only constancy.
But lo! the rocks, the mountains, ever steady stand,
like sentinels against the waves of foam and spray,
invincible, the bulwarks holding up the land,
the firm foundation freeing folk from fickle fey.
Lo! in our souls we have the sea against the block,
mercurial emotion seeking for its way;
but reason rallies 'gainst the feelings' foolish mock,
and holds us strong and steady, rooted like the rock.