Mere Mountains to Be Moved

 Mere Mountains to Be Moved

Copyright 2021 Don Ray.  Feel free to print and share.

The world,

chaos and madness,

tearing and conflicting,

confusing and confounding.

How much can you stand?

How much can you bear?  

Each gathering of people

compounding the loneliness.

Each material gift

cementing the isolation.

Predictable and consistent,

the shallow prattle;

lives so close,

yet still untouched.

None know,

no, not one.

no basis for communication,

no common ground.

Relentless the misunderstanding.

pointless, the words.

relentless, the calling,

pointless, the denial.

Abiding, the principle,

    and purpose,

    and prayer.

The path was never clear

    because it never existed.

Yet against all odds,

    clueless and naive,

you got somewhere,

and quite a somewhere it was.

It was in fact perfect,

those somewheres raggedly stitched

together by the miracles.

You just didn’t realize 

how hopeless your situation was.

Now you do.

That’s the only difference.

Now you blindingly see

    the abject hopelessness

    of the cause.

You’ve been given the

    multitude of failures

to purify your faith.

    Each reminder of hopelessness

and helplessness

    Is a gift,

    a gift of opportunity,

steel and beams and concrete

to erect a structure of faith,

not a mere mountain

    to be moved,

but a mountain

    to be built.

Copyright 2021 Don Ray. Feel free to print and share.