I once asked a friend
What would it feel like to have no pain
To be like you where the sun traced each day?
She said; I know it isn’t strength makes me able
There is no secret to it
Just the bird song wirings of my brain and yours
A legacy begun before our birth
Run through the veins of our ancestors
Coupled with the manufacturer of our creation
For surely, how you are brought into this world
And the good regard or lack of, when you do not yet know
Those furnishings are the rock on which foundations lie
Some shift beneath uneasy sand and lime
While others endure centuries without a murmur
Those are not choices or fancies of the soul
Though this world would have us believe
Sadness a mere choice, happiness a metal against the tempers of life
It is not so
Anymore than the runt survives, whilst the healthiest may perish
Chance, fate, fortune, the nimble grace of luck and loss
Whether your basket is found floating on water
Or crushed against stone in a deluge of bitterness
What we cannot abide in life, what turns us desperately to Gods and monsters
Is the unfairness, the lack of control, the way dice are forever rolling
It is what you do while you hold that sorrow in your heart, that counts
Where you lay your mercy, how you reach to others
Even as the world profits from cruelty and coldness
And you are laughed at for your unfashionable tenderness
They may not remember when you are gone
Or even visit you in their memories once
But if you walked with kindness, then you shone
Then you shone
Even as you wept
12 Replies to “Even as you wept”
YES! Though life and fate be unkind, fickle, unfair, even cruel, we need not be so, need not become cold as winter’s bitterest blast.
My entire life I’ve been told “you’re too nice” “too sensitive” “big hearted” but it always felt like a criticism not a compliment. I want neither compliments or criticism. I yam what I yam. Nothing else makes sense. Certainly not the penchant for coldness.
Alas, from a lot of people entranced by the illusions of a dog-eat-dog competitive world, it is a criticism, or at least a warning. Several of my biggest “mistakes” in this life as those people define success were in some “excess” of generosity or a Mi casa su casa. tendency. I wouldn’t trade those “mistakes” for any materialistic “success” that came by being cold.
This is truly beautiful.
– Esme Cloud
So very, very beautiful.
We can only be the best we can be – for others
You’ve written my manifesto for me! I could sing it from the rooftops. And I love “bird song wirings” so much…
I pray when I need strength to live in this world. It is important to me to be kind too. ❤️🤗🙏
Stay sweet! <3
Well I must be doing something right then … and it honors me infinitely to touch you in any way with my words
thank you dearest Gigi xo
Thank you so much dearest Esme
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