Three Superpowers

blanketed by blue skies
and waiting for the sun to set
waves guarding an endless beach
embrace my feet with soft sands
this divine therapy shaped me well—
three indomitable powers of time
molded into water, ice, and wind
eroded obstinate mountain blades
impaling me with piercing anxiety
into everlasting hills of strength
they carved my deep chasms of fears
into broad—majestic canyons of hope
they molded my valleys of depression
into rich—fertile grasslands of life
yet those tortured stones never knew
that powers beyond any earthly light
could melt them with forces beyond time
now—as I wade in their ancient grinding
of walls—collapsed beneath my steps
my feet are washed in a perfect grace
as my tears blend in an ocean terminus
that tumbles along this infinite river
of enduring love, mercy, and peace