Can I tell you of a secret shared between you and me?
The worldly possessions, the career, the accolades—
the things that can be bought and sold,
do not matter to us at all.
The negative energy from someone’s parting words has
no real power over our destiny.
The uncertain circumstances of an unsettling childhood
cannot deter us when it has lost its final stronghold,
its grip weakening
with each forward step.
For we are all wounded children
finding our way to loving parents—
and somehow we’ll manage to find them, somewhere,
to fill the love-bare rooms inside.
Even within us they wait, arms wide open.
we ache for something so vastly extraordinary
with every part of our being, silently weeping,
until our tears speak aloud
our greatest longing.
And like a desperate prayer of petition
we vow to make good
in exchange for that great need to be answered,
so the pain of this wanting
might be quelled and soothed.
the secret is, more than anything, we want to give.
We want to live imparting hope, so it will never perish.
And because we carry hope alive within us
and offer it without cost,
we are so vastly extraordinary,
well beyond our greatest longings.
Author: Susan Frybort
Editor: Caroline Beaton