Barriers

The lichen on the rocks is a rude and simple shield which beginning and imperfect nature suspended there. Still hangs her wrinkled trophy. - Thoreau

Walking on the flat rocks barricading the tide.

Hence the others are too jagged.

My eyes wet from waves of emotion that have sprinkled.

What to do when my armor has become wrinkled?

Still clutching the hem of hope.

I seek to adorn myself in the well-heeled garb of devotion.

Alas, the fabric of my faith is moth-eaten and ragged ...

Author's Note

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"The path of least resistance leads to crooked rivers and crooked men." - Thoreau