The substance of courage
more than the sum
of guts
and forward motion
There is sacred
wine
that persists
and never quits
Utter abandonment
mingled with hope
tangled into might
There is a sacred
river
it rises
and never dries
Generous grace
enough to carry
Even the weariest heart to joy
There is a sacred
rhythm
That treads
And turns in everlast
Untamed fortitude
Woven into golden threads
loving-kindness incorruptible
The substance of courage
The sound, the shatter, the hammer
The song, the stand, the move
The letting go, the grabbing hold
The stillness in storms
The rumble in the face of fear
© Elisabeth Cooper 2020
This is the finished print for week one: Courage-Fall and the first print I have pulled in several years. It’s not perfect. But in the face of perfectionism and self criticism, courage stands its ground in holding an open hand and an open heart in sometimes painful processes and, perhaps, especially in the painful processes.
Next Monday-Friday: Week Two: Winter-Strength
