Amongst the field of grasses golden,
I lay beneath a tree not seen and close my eyes.
The field- it seems- to stretch in endless lengths around me.
The horizon watches over a silent growing earth, and I can feel the cold ground warming under me.
I dream, and wish and ponder a future\u2026 and like many children, I wonder about life’s travels and what has come before this day of opening up or unraveling.
Surrendering is hard when you feel broken and afraid and unsure if there is a hope in heaven or if indeed there is someone who cares for this crying child inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For I am still a child who waited for someone to to take me and bring me to a safe haven\u2026I really thought there may be some comfort\u2026 like a magical bird that can lift me up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The truth- it seems-
is that it is a cold and raw ground, and the only circling birds above are the ones of prey. I curl in a ball and take shelter inadvertently. The dark blues and greys of the forthcoming storm sink in. The cool drops of rain tap on my warm skin of my back. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fear sets in and I try to see a glimmer of something hopeful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So as I age and find myself at sail in deep waters,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
sinking<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I realize that around me are tiny islands and lily pads <\/p>\n\n\n\n
and a sky that is rose coloured and sometimes blue. I grab hold of the edge of the islands with my fingernails to pull myself up <\/p>\n\n\n\n
to stay afloat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am tired and again, I find myself laying on the cold earth with fields of gold stretching out in all directions. The tree is above me….still and quiet…and I realize I am going to be okay. The tiny islands are like friends who offer up their hands. This is how we are for each other in life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We can be islands for each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
K. Morbey<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Amongst the field of grasses golden,I lay beneath a tree not seen and close my eyes.The field- it seems- to stretch in endless lengths around me.The horizon watches over a silent growing earth, and I can feel the cold ground warming under me.I dream, and wish and ponder a future\u2026 and like many children, I … <\/p>\n