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
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