The waterfall crashes, bold and bright,
Its voice a thunder in the green.
I watch it leap without regret—
A fierce surrender, pure and clean.
I’ve lived like that—on edges sharp,
Falling headlong into flame,
Mistaking motion for meaning,
And noise for love’s true name.
But in your arms, I’ve learned to stay,
Still as the pond that waits below.
You taught me grace in gentleness,
How quiet can let spirit grow.
Now each cascade reminds my heart:
Fall if you must—but rise again.
And know the pond will hold you safe,
A home beyond the rushing rain.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf