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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Tears Of Inevitable

The mountain peak sees the night
before the valley bathes in stars.

Its stone held secrets vibrate
in their unknown tongue along
prayer beads cut from the heart of God.

Standing on earth’s shifting flesh
it feels the future cutting a path
through the tears of inevitable.

Knowing that certainty can be
rerouted by hope, the mountain waits
to see humanity pulled from the precipice of failure.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2014


5 comments :

Jim said...

The mountain is to be revered. Home of the many gods, all should keep it in their sight.
I'm liking your tribute to the mountain, Susie. The mountain waits.
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Björn Rudberg said...

There is a solace to know that the mountain waits... You last line makes me think of mount Sinjar and the yizidi refuges that where dying up there....

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such a stirring poem, Susie. I especially love the magic of the second stanza.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is gorgeous, Susie...the mountain peak seeing the night before the valley, the "future cutting a path through the tears of inevitable" and humanity, on the brink of failure......painfully powerful.

grapeling said...

I hope so. But mountains are patient, and not judgmental, though they can be particularly unforgiving ~

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