Even Mountains Can Move

and not just move, but crumble.
Not just crumble, but bow,
moving further down
than rigidity would keep them
and deeper into the shoulder of Grace—
A place for the vulnerable,
a time for becoming less,
a position in which humility
chips away at the strong.
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