The Gift of the Gods
It was a warm summer day when
the gods placed it in her hands.
She trembled with emotion as
she saw how fragile it appeared.
This was a very special gift
the gods were entrusting to her.
A gift that would one day belong to the world.
Until then, they instructed her,
she was to be its guardian and protector.
The woman said she understood and
reverently took it home,
determined to live up to the faith
the gods had placed in her.
At first she barely let it out of her sight,
protecting it from anything she perceived
to be harmful to its well-being;
watching with fear in her heart
when it was exposed to the environment outside
of the sheltered cocoon she had formed around it.
But the woman began to realize that she
could not shelter it forever.
It needed to learn to survive the
harsh elements in order to grow strong.
So with gentle care she gave it more space to grow,
enough to allow it to grow wild and untamed.
One day she became aware of how much
the gift had changed. It no longer had a look
of vulnerability about it.
Now it seemed to glow with strength and steadiness,
almost as if it were developing a power within.
Month after month she watched as it
became stronger and more powerful,
and the woman remembered her promise.
She knew deep within her heart that her time
with the gift was nearing an end.
The inevitable day arrived when the gods came
to take the gift and present it to the world.
The woman felt a deep sadness,
for she would miss its constant presence
in her life. With heartfelt gratitude
she thanked the gods for allowing her
the privilege of watching over the precious gift
for so many years. Straightening her shoulders,
she stood proud, knowing that it was, indeed,
a very special gift.
One that would add to the beauty and
essence of the world around it.
And the mother let her child go.
(By Renee R. Vroman)
Angel
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
