Sunday, March 11, 2012

Walking Gardens

I was thinking on my life, on the turns it has taken.

On the way it looked only 5 years ago and the way it looks now.


On the way God works in mysterious and miraculous ways.

And how once the mists of mystery burn away, the delight that comes when we See where we have been brought.


5 years ago I was in medical school. A dream to bring hope and light to faraway places I had been told had too little of that.


My life consisted of black and white text

the sterile whiteness of laboratories and hospitals,

much collaboration and little connection

I lived in the realm of the Mind.


The Heart beat softly and patiently in the shadows

When I was a young girl in school

I would write poetry to the tune of chalk on black board

Come home and run fingers over ivory, the breath of harmony filling me

I would stand in front of audiences with friends, laugh and speak in strange timbres as we played life on stage


And then I decided that was all child’s play and I put it away in its proper drawers and I went on to more adult things

Until one day, a soul came to me, asking me to help pave a way for her into this world


Asking me to show her what is beautiful


Asking me to show her what is important


Asking me to show her what is Right and Good


And I looked around at all the black words and white walls

And it flashed dull


I heard the faintest beating of a long forgotten friend

And this was the beginning of my Breaking


And now, I find myself surrounded by gardens and flowers and trees budding Spring


And I see how these little flowers so fragile


can only bend so much


And I think of myself

Because although I do like to think myself strong


The truth is my spirit is like these flowers

Growing underneath the shade of Strong Oak


Their perfume lost

If sniffed too hard


I offer my thanks to those who will do those big things in the world, travel to far off places to Make Right


But this is not how I was made

I was made for poetry and music and dancing


I was made Mother to share it


I was made delicately and carefully


Fantastically and Uniquely

and I will Honor my Creator by Honoring

Their Creation.


I will walk among these gardens

And give thanks for the strong trunks

And the whisper of petals


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