“Position yourself so you can
See the mountain,” He soothes.
Is this the fracture point?
It’s been this way before,
And will be again.
Maybe.
Certainly.
Doubt is good.
Keeps me from thinking I am
God, makes me listen.
Certainty is good.
It is the best part of us shedding blood
For someone else, for something true.
Certainty can be deaf. Bled dogmatic,
It is the end of
Relationship.
And doubt cripples.
I must resolve,
Against fatigue within and cries without,
To do the grocery trek
So I can cook dinner
For my ocean-tossed children.
So I do.
And there at the foot of the wine-lovely mountain
A fine woman,
Lends me her coupon card for my
Chuck roast, and we talk
About our children. And my heart weeps.
And hopes.
“Position yourself so you can
See the mountain.”
There is a mountain, Oh Lord.
Open that rock and river us.
I see
You.
“He opened the rock, and water gushed out; it flowed through the desert like a river.”
Psalm 105:41
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