Sometimes in beautiful and peaceful places, old wounds arise to be healed.

“Upper Kinney Lake: Carson Wilderness”


Remembrance,
not just of old wounds that cause aching
thoughts, reddened and enflamed afflictions
of our past words said; conjectures argued,
and insistence on our own vision,
while not allowing others to be honored and
shared-
but, remembrance
of wise thoughts once spoken in silent moments
by the stream of gentle breezes,
are of real learning,
real wisdom,
real forgiveness.
This is the sign of true peace and healing-
to remember love
even in the face of such agonizing departures
from truth, faith, and love.
To find one's way back down the trail
where wrong turns were taken,
before the fall off the cliff-
those angry words that smote destruction
upon fragile hearts mending,
that is learned wisdom.
That is the sign of lessons learned,
maturing into stillness, acceptance, and trust.