what the seasons already know

this is how the mountain grows…

stone remembering its own fire,

the river carving grace

from its persistence.

this is how the soul learns

what the seasons already know:

that falling apart

and coming back together

are both forms of devotion.

growth is the body remembering

what the spirit always carried,

that beauty can rise

from the ache of endurance,

that grace is sometimes only

the willingness

to keep walking.