Mountain / Sword / Fountain

You are a mountain

One strong and tall

I breathe in your atmosphere

And break - O I break! - against you

The hardness makes me fear

You are a sword point

Serrated edge

When you fall on me, a terror

I tear - O I tear - amidst you

With words I seek your favour

No, I am no mountain

Though I wished it

And no, I am no sword

Only a hilt

But make me a fountain

My weakness, an everlasting giving

My beauty, a sort of shapelessness

My strength, to bring shape in the waste

O, that there would be heights to my song

Many points as I lilt along

And generosity would keep me

To own my space and my territory

Where every droplet would break apart

Shattering over your steady heart

Trusting you, unyielding, mean me well

I kiss that rugged cliff of Providence