The Church Of The Rock Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The winds of life
Whipped raw against my limbs
Clouds brushing by
I squinted
Feet blistered
Parching throat
Sweat burning eyes
Mingled with tears

I sobbed
Collapsed
As it all closed in on me

Then as if on cue
A wave of relief
A lightening
Began to flow into me

There was a gentle touch
On my shoulder
But when I looked
No one was there

Enfolded in a strange mist
My body quivered
Was this the end?

Then my toes
Gripped something
Below

Not looking
I somehow knew
It was a rock
A large one

It didn’t seem holy
As I had imagined
But I immediately
Knew what it was -
The thing
They all had talked about -
The church of the rock.