the mountain

the mountain
not made of molehills
is smaller now
it's looming bulk
shrinking
it's unreachable height
no longer wreathed
in constant cloud
nor hid entirely
from my view

tapping steadily away
my fingers slowly
bring it down to size
as words pouring forth
erode it's gaping height

and words of love
and words of pain
and words of truth
and words of shame
and words of life transformed
pile up behind me
and the mountain
once so overwhelmingly
out of reach
word by careful word
becomes a molehill
after all!