I Hope You Never Fear Those Mountains In The Distance

Found this little gem of poetry in The Healer's bookshelf. This nugget jumped off its page.

Mountains and oceans
Seems like there's always another of one or the other
It's crossing your fingers when the map doesn't make sense, when the compass doesn't know truly north from truly lost; and it's up to you - you and your gut and your mettle, and your level of resilience and your wealth of wisdom - to persevere.
To get to the other side.
To hope.