December 29: “Yes, a waiting”

Yes, a waiting

 

There is a certain stillness in all things

like a stone that lies waiting

for the rivulet to touch it

and wash away what needs

to be let go of so that

what is left–

Oh, what is left!

A stone worn smooth by

the flow of life to leave

the core of its own life–

truth, perhaps,

or close to it.

The truth that comes

from the persistence of Spirit

softly calling the sharp rock

to let go of what is not

most true, most real–

sometimes fierce, though.

Yes, a waiting.

At the end I think I will ask,

“What will be left when all that is not all

is washed away?”

 

SH 12/30/2019