Stricken With Purpose

What of the bitter
Since I’ve known sweet
When I’ve caused distance
You’ve drawn me near
I cannot unknow
Understanding You’ve giv’n
If there be cracks in cement
We’ll place jewels there
For flowers

Not weeds shall grow here

not known

it is complete
it goes ’round and around
and it binds and bounds
encircles, ensnares
’til it brings 
good hearts down

the rodeo clown 
tires not from attempts
to dissuade to distract
to destroy
the bolting and bucking 
the fall of reason