It may seem a simple
thing to write ‘a small piece’ every week as I have for the last year and
a half. It isn’t always. To write what is in the heart and not become jaded
or sanctimonious is no small feat. And to write of meaningful things while
the wolf is often at the door has sometimes been like giving birth during
a storm - One might live or die… as the offspring, and mayhap no one would
notice. It is for me, a privilege to be read, even and perhaps especially
given the stupefying array of choices we have on The Internet today. Even
and especially as this place was one of many a blessing I ‘stumbled upon’
when I needed it. It still is…
This week, this week I find I can write about nothing
else but the gifts that have gotten me by through some tumultuous personal
times - and saying here that we all receive these ‘gifts’ - no matter if
we call them Karma, Cosmic Coincidences, God’s Own Grace, or a sail come
up that takes the course during a ferocious gale. They are friendship,
acceptance, the chance to express our voices, to be Real. All come in their
own measures, some lasting a lifetime, while some last only as long as
they are needed. Not out of any exploitation, but because Life happens,
and the mindful acknowledgement that t’is but the way of things. Some days,
a stranger at the bus stop will do it; change the course of ripples for
a day… leading to all the rest.
I can speak for no other, but I find that wisdom is not
something that one ‘owns’ but rents for a time, the ‘interest’ gathered
by those whom it is passed on to. Does it matter here whether one is an
Auld Soul, or an inquisitive newcomer? Too often we revere one and not
the other. We all, each of us, have gifts to bestow, lessons to pass forward.
We all have times we need ‘saving’, and times to be ‘the savior’; to ask
and be shown, or to be the tour guide. And for both, I am grateful…
~ "You teach best what
you most need to learn.” - from Illusions by Richard Bach - c. 1977
Dell Publishing.
~ The Witness ~
I am
the pearl within the oyster,
waiting to be found ~
The gift come from tribulation
A small miracle of Creation…
I am
a silent speaker, a witness to truth;
Shining, yet rebuked
for the work is hard…
Opening each shell of opportunity,
and understanding…
Begrudged as treasured am I, for the price.
Taken for granted, I sigh
Not seeing me, I still cannot die;
I only go back to the Earth…
Mine to know my creation’s worth…
I have worked diligently
to create wisdom through trials.
I have
been waiting in the dark,
fashioned as what I was
meant to be…
I am
the treasure many seemingly acquire easily ~
so long as they must not study my being…
For I am
the sum of all my tears;
The witness
you hold in your hand,
but within your heart not seeing.
I am, I was
but a grain of sand ~
Fashioned to shimmer for my woes in this world
To be a small reminder, a wonder ~ That God made the
Oyster
as the Pearl…
