Here I sit trying to catch my breath.
Just a few years ago my living came
from a golden goose who would drop a gift
on my doorstep, frequently enough for me to make
a humble, but adequate living and feel good about myself.
Today, the goose has changed colors.
No more golden eggs, just some lavender flatulence…
A notion that leads to a poem, story or a quotable thought I post
…
that none can touch, but reaches a soul and flies over many spinning heads.
I thank all that is holy that my life is no longer about
the accumulation of copper, silver, paper or gold.
My life is about releasing the love in my heart,
searching the fears that hide in the shadows
and
being absorbed in the gratitude for all of Life’s gifts.
A few years back, I spent every free hour seeking
one
special person to love and share my life.
My search led me to many crystal clear pools of water
with soon to be realized hardened mud or slime at the bottom
from broken hearts not allowing their secret fears
to be stirred…
left still fermenting and aging painfully.
My heart ached for them, but my soul didn’t cry out for them.
Then one day, after years of prayer, I finally surrendered.
Soon, an angel dropped down upon my table.
She was young, full of life and fascinated with me.
How did this happen?
There she sat eight thousand miles away with my address,
a pen, paper and a sweet heart full of magical dreams.
At first I laughed her to scorn — under my breath to be kind,
but still I listened to the young faun’s clear head and clean heart.
I was astonished…but to kill the fancied moment and free her from
false hopes, I told her all about my aged self and why an angel belongs
only to a Prince
who could give her all that a child bride would hope.
You are wrong! She shot back at me…I don’t want day-dreams!
I want a man to love and care for only me…nothing more.
Alone and shaken to the core, I sat frozen in my deepest fear.
Only marriage could immigrate such an angel and only a life,
driven by love and Truth could share her soul.
I melted.
The barnacles began dropping off my weary soul, one by one.
Today, miraculously, the angel sleeps in my bed, sits at my table,
dances in my heart, because I learned to give up all stereotypes.
YES! I truly believe that GOOD always rises to the surface when summoned.
And in the final analysis, that which could never occur, happened.
Those things which looked, my whole life through,
that they could not…
those now, are my daily Truths.
I once wrote this in faith, but now I live it from the deepest part of my heart…
“In the Game of Life, who LOVES the most–WINS!”*
A special “Thank You” to Sreejit Poole whose poetry inspired me to allow this poem to rise from my heart.
*Last line quote is from “Yours–A Rich, Full Life!’
Todd Puntolillo
Writer – Artist – Author
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