The wise man built his house
upon the Rock,
but a castle made of sand
can only take so many waves
before it crumbles.

Once collapsed,
the walls leave you
exposed to the elements.
Every small wind tries to blow you
off the Rock.
And every raindrop
feels like a hurricane.

But the Rock remains steady,
never moving and never changing.
A pinnacle of sameness.

The winds may blow,
and the rains may pour.
But I know-
when I hit Rock bottom,
my Foundation will be there.

And once more,
I can build my castle of sand.