Sunday, July 10, 2016



From the depths of destruction in the aftermath she floundered, unsure of her place in this world. 

Met with indifference she lost the desire to be true to herself.  

Like a hitch-hiker she road on the tales of disparaged souls and their battle cries from wartime.  They had found their escape and took her along for the ride.

Much younger and not of the same anger, without understanding their purpose, they would still feel lost and left along the wayside. 

Discarded, wounded, a sense of inadequacy took root. Not knowing then that they would need to find their way to her, again.

Many would come to ask why, but she knew she was experiencing things that would be of value, if that is, she could bring herself to survive their pain and sorrow.

Caught up in the sorrow of what other lost souls were experiencing she felt unable to conjure any semblance of balance.  To her, survival was at best, a fleeting obstacle.

Where was the wisdom, why was it not shared?  Where did it go?  None of these questions managed to surface until many years later as she slipped through the cracks of their chaos.

The world is full of creation, yet we as creators are in the dark most of our lives.  Stories that have never been told lost as campfires and elders were put aside.

Stories that kept so many cultures in sync for centuries, somehow seemingly lost their heightened significance are in fact lost treasures troves of shared knowledge.

But first, let’s visit the issue at hand.  The knowledge was always there, within reach.  But it fell on numbness.  Like that of a dear in fear, seemingly frozen in an instant of uncertainty.  The initial shock that appeared to be lost was actually recorded and retained.  Only to be then reused similarly as refuse that tends to become caustic if not processed properly.

If we recycle the waste to ‘make the world a better place’ why do we then fail to see the wisdom in the thinking of someone who has experienced life on life’s terms simply because they appear to have nothing we would find of value?

Our hunger for visual stimulation has left us unbalanced in its haughty purpose.  In our haste we fail to record the moment for its true significance.  Have we forgotten our purpose or did we never feel we found it?  Why do we try to define something that is so multifaceted and pigeon-hole it into a neat little package? 


1 comment:

  1. Wow, I am in awe on how God inspires and uses you!!