Rooted Prayer - A Villanelle
My roots lie deep beneath the land,
an anchor-line time cannot slay;
they hold against the shifting sand.
I cling to place with my right hand;
minutes and seconds go astray.
My roots lie deep beneath the land.
So stop all motion by command,
and brace against the windy sway;
hold, hold against the shifting sand.
Loose grains of sand flowing uplanned,
while restless thoughts are kept at bay;
my roots lie deep beneath the land.
Force my gypsy-dreams to disband
and keep me fast from time’s decay;
just hold—against the shifting sand.
Bind me up with deep soil’s firm band.
Cause my heart to still—and pray;
for roots lie deep beneath the land,
and hold against the shifting sand.
7 commentsPamela Olson
