Poem based on Mark 10:35-45 James, Apostle

With each crashing wave along the shore

The water swirls

Around the outcropping of rock

Slowly eating away at its structure

Until

It consist only of the sand

Moving

And reshaping itself again

With the help of the waves

Along the beach

Smooth and gentle to walk on

Each grain

Once a part of a great structure

Now toppled by time

So too with the great structures

Of this world

Once powerful protectors of separation

Supported on the fears

Of those it is intended to serve

Only to end up

In time

A pinnacle

Surrounded by the sands

Until it too topples by its own weight.

In Christ there are no pinnacles

No outcroppings that stand above all others

Only the sands

Washing upon the shore

Supporting one another.