That Rock

That Rock
That stands in the middle of the bay
That lets nothing get in its way
That stands alone both morning and day
That has its own noble character that is always on display.

That Rock
That lies beyond both near and distant shores
That asks for nothing but provides so much more
That faces the wind that bangs its rugged doors
That is available to rich as well as the poor.

That Rock
That has its own soul, mind, and body
That lives each day in internal victory
That stands in the bay alone for all to see
That reminds us to believe and have the faith to be.

Frank Clay
While in St. Thomas 2010

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