in a world needing foundation and stability,
and among those who suffer,
you are a rock.

though you see around you many others,
stolid and steady and stuck,
you haven't noticed you are their support.

though you suffer a pounding river of strife,
you do not break,
but round in a most graceful manner.

though you endure a calamitous falling,
you do not shear into sharpness,
but break a little showing glints of silver.

though you express a stony heart's complaint,
you have the softest heart of all of us,
you are a soft and special rock.