‘Different—In you’

I am—

silk, oil, black ice;

slippery.

Pointed fingers mark the inner dialogue.

Condemnation and verdicts declared before the trial. 

Sliding, mixing, falling.

All before I’ve even walked a mile.

But You are—

wool, water, a rock;

sturdy.

Proclamations of truth ringing from your lips.

Steadfast, solid, sure.

Freedom, freedom comes from you;

freedom forevermore!