The Mountain Within
Emotions and turbulence
They come…
These fickle feelings,
Irrigating the soul in sudden release.
They flood my being
With immediacy,
Insisting they be felt, acknowledged.
Here too I’m reminded:
The mountain exists not to move,
But to teach us how to live around it.
Perhaps emotions are the same.
Not obstacles to banish,
But companions to sit beside awhile.
Not to let them rule,
But to let them breathe,
To give them time for reflection.
To view them before we act,
As one maps a careful trek
Around the mountain’s face.
Maybe patience with feeling
Is the quiet answer.
For souls such as us?
As always Dust,
To you,
For you,
From Him,
In me.