Persistence

I once had a forest of fast-growing dreams
A big solid mountain on which to stand
My love was as hot as the dancing flames
And life was unfolding just as I planned.
 
The forest – laid waste by a stampeding hoarde
The mountain, made dust at the earthquake's command
My love disappeared as I reached out for comfort
And life became something I don't understand.  
 
So I'm building a tree out of broken sticks
I’m forming a new rock out of sand
I’m making a lover from old dry bones
And life, I put firmly in Creator's hands.