Building On the Rock
The wise man builds his house upon a rock
Instead of on the loose and shifting sands
The rock to keep the house from breaking
Supports his dwelling in its solid stony hands.
But below the rock's a shifting granulated sea
It's sand that floats this ark – roof, walls, foundation,
And when the restless Earth moves shifting in its bed
It is the sand that moves and not this homely habitation.
And so we live upon this planet swinging in wild orbit
Round a roaring sun, busily blowing itself up.
A rock to live on, floating in insubstantial space
And yet we trust the frail illusory stone to hold us up.
© 2014 by Tom King