Our minds cannot contain
something so small, so
microscopic, yet
Universe sustained within –
a mustard seed
which sees the mountain,
sees despair beneath its foot
and says to it, Now move.
O God. The mountain blocks our view.
The heights have dizzied;
the depths distress.
Open your seed within.
The Consolations of Writing 
Beautiful, profound and food for thought. Thank you!
Thankyou! I’m really glad you appreciated it.