THE MOUNTAIN by Carolyn Chilton Casas

The Mountain

by Carolyn Chilton Casas

–after "god of the green door come" by Nan Seymour

Impatient god of the revolving door,

help me to scale the mountain

of worldly confusion toward hope.

God of innocent deer lying

under orchard trees,

of lizards scurrying nervously

on the garden wall,

of owls hooting out their

cautionary tales, protect us all.

God of the pandemic and politics,

did we not appreciate enough

our precious incarnation?

Are these warnings given

to alter the manner

we tread upon our earth?

Signs,

sent for our awakening?

God of the whales,

tails breaching beyond the waves

and of a crimson sun

landing gently on water,

you loved us into being,

you cried contagion,

you lamented corruption,

and yet, we have been oblivious,

unyielding to your call.

God of the revolving door,

we are stuck running in circles.

Please show us the way out.

See me with clasped hands over heart,

kneeling at the altar,

praying to you now.

Carolyn Chilton Casas is a Reiki Master and teacher. Her favorite themes to write about are awareness, healing, and the life journey. Carolyn's articles and poems have appeared in Energy, Odyssey, Reiki News Magazine, The Art of Healing, Touch, and in other publications. You can read more of Carolyn’s work on Instagram at mindfulpoet_ or in her first collection of poems titled Our Shared Breath.

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