Fiction
Poetry
A Tale of Exile
Literary Monuments
Thotlines
Audience Response
I used to think a man should be a rock
Firm and sturdy, unshaken and secure
I saw a man walk the streets in a solid suit
A father clutched his child against a barrel chest
A laborer's steel shoulders shimmered in the sun
Sweat dripping off the shine of his brawny brow
A lady and her lover ran to catch a train about to leave
The lover's hand swiftly gripped the shutting doors for her
I saw a worthy man as I thought he should be; a rock
Then I met a man -
Soft as the soil at harvest time
Sensitive as dew drops at the break of day
Soothing as the evening breeze on a beaten brow
True as the crescent of a new moon on a clear sky
He came to me like midnight's surprise
Carried my toil as if it were his own
Held my hand as if he always had it
Kissed my lips and made the stars surrender
Touched the tip of my dreams with burning faith
Walked with me through thorns and thrills
Danced with me through tears and laughter
And thought no more that a man should be a rock
I know that love grows on soft words
I know the color of giving is a soft light
I know the taste of humility is soft on the tongue
I know the soul of my man is as soft as the breath of God
And I think no more that a man should be a rock
For you my love, For the piling years of marriage. For eternity.
