When all else has failed

At the mountain's foot—
dwarfed, bereft of all that
seemed of worth, I strive
to reach—outside time—

the eternal now.

Progress is going on:
long nights recede, and days
expand—stretched bands of thought
that, loosed, can only catapult me up and
on.

Patience! Patience in Love's truth
precedes the proof.

CATHRYN TOOHEY ADAMS

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