Yet we do

From the Whitefish Range

How many times have I been here, right along with you. My thoughts twisted into injustices and corruption, real and imagined, slights festering inside the incessant blabber of consciousness.  

Oh! how do we recover? yet we do.

After the fear comes silence, breath returns.   

Look far, look to the horizon, past that impenetrable forest, past that distant mountain.  The sunlight, our way out, let us rest tonight and in the morning we will push on.  

Published by Wrightaction

Humility-a trait that struggles to find a home in the twenty first century.

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