This poem is a little strange I admit.:-)
It is about a frog. A puffed up intellectual "Christian" frog,
who is completely enamoured with his own personal introspection,
and his own spiritual conceit till a child suddenly brings him back to reality.
Since the frog has it backwards, the poem is writen backwards as well.
It was a large wave that made him stumble,
Warming the very fibre of his being.
Then rising in rivers it spit him quietly to the shore.
No ! Not the shore, I dont like it any more.
The sun glowed so warm,
The soft wind so comfortably numb,
The trees with leaves both dead and young ,
Reached out for their new found lost one.
"Can't you feel? Try moving your arms,
Dont you speak?"
The frog stares, and sees eternity.
A million miles and deep into the earth.
But speak he could not; or, he would not,
Be silent, and rest in peace.
Staring back at the reflected water,
He sees only clouds deep in space.
Blinking, returning from his reflection,
A child throws a stone in his direction.