Resistance

There is a trickle of water beneath the desert sun. A bright light burns upon it’s barren existence.

The singe from above and searing heat below, cause the water to tense and fade. The water has no choice but to find it’s path through hot-resistance: Spreading thin, upon sun-soaked rocks.

When the sun goes down the temperature drops. The water falls frigid and remains in it’s place:

Lain frozen, beneath a blanket of stars. Only to behold the stunnings, each night brings; their untouchable sights.

These hot days and frigid nights, are all the trickle of water knows, though, it still continues searching for relief.

Harsh time pushes further. The last rivulet of water turns to steam and rises toward the burning sun.

By night, the steam rests above the earth. It remains beneath the star’s company.

By day, storm clouds rain and the first-fallen droplets turn to steam.

The rains continue to push down upon the hot desert until burning sands surrender to heaven’s floodgates.

Soon, the ground gives way to life; lain dormant beneath the once, barren earth.

Rigid terrain turns to soft mud which bends and moves beneath the water’s force.

The rains continue, falling back to earth; bringing more change.

Waters carve into desert stone and reveal struggles from past times.

Truths which have long-since, been and remained.

When all have fallen, the rains cease and the waters rest. Night comes.

In stillness, stars paint the desert floor. For a moment in time, there is no struggle. All firmaments meet and all lines from the heavens and earth are erased.

Everything just, Is. As it should be: In peace.

Each fleeting, moment came to be through perseverance of the water. It endured long enough to discover it’s own motivating force within a Hellish existence. A barren desert turned out to be the platform for change, all along. The stars were it’s inspiration.

Change is imminent and struggle is imminent, just the same.

For some, the residual change from struggle seems benign and unintentional. For others, the residual change is the biggest part… It brings them life.

To feel cold: The chill: The numbing: The sting; is to be reminded: The lives we lead are meant for more than we can see. To feel struggle: Is to be awakened to our own strengths.

Written by — Ashley Guilmette 5/25/16