Unsettled

People wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson Just get past this crisis and all will be well!
At lease I think it will... But when have I known
a crisis to be past? Don't I nurse them for a while,
invite protégé to take the place of the last big one,
morph from one to another?
But is that me or is it God? Is Emerson right —
when the crisis is over, hope is gone?
Like a calm sea, a life – or boat – moves little
without the turmoil, the roiling waves, the gale.
And sitting on calm water produces little but sunburn.
So, I'll accept the crisis, relax, and trust the strong, steady hand
that holds the tiller.