Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The days

There are enormous changes that are surfacing here. Just starting to take form and emerge. Some of these have been rooting for some time and are far more powerful than they first appear. Still others are just skimming the water while they plot the next calculated move. Each day as it passes will offer up the same familiarity:

"My dear child. You have worked hard and faithfully. You have sought honesty and compassion. You are not perfect, nor expected to be, but have never stopped working on your own soul to keep it in tune. You are now tired and weak and your diligence speaks volumes. Come this way my child and let me relieve your pain and give you rest."

You step forward in awe and anticipation and gratitude for even a moment's peace.

"I am sorry, my child. There has been a mistake. It is not your time. Please step aside."

Now you are faced with the choice: to step back into life under the heavy burdens and those to come, or do you forfeit all the ground you've gained and fold your hand?

Every day a new and beautifully real apparition appears and affirms your every need and every desire. Every day you believe the words that are spoken. Every day though will not be your day. Will you continue on, under the thickness of burdens, and believe every word, or will you throw your hand in and leave it all behind?

3 comments:

Want to make you mine... said...

We are fragile but the one thing that drives us is the will to survive. There are days when we can feel so alone and trodden on that we should give up but we don't. I believe that there are higher powers at work but they won't help us. This life is for us to lead and all we can do is to hope that one day will be our day. We are the rule but there are always exceptions. Stay strong. : )

liquid paper said...

'or will you throw your hand in and leave it all behind?'

as opposed to how many other people word this type of thought. violently.

i admire the way you say this.

it's like your shovel just hit the rusty chest in my proverbial sandbox.

whatever the struggle is friend, may you rise to meet it ;)

Davlin said...

I loved this, beautifully written.