Chipping Away the Stone
A New Poem
All beings suffer so many hurts in this life. We can only hope that they land like the blows of a sculptor's chisel, chipping away the stone until the form that is meant to emerge is revealed, that we receive them with hearts that refuse to shut down, that the beauty exposed makes us shine, our particular colors, glowing bravely and brilliantly. I don't know about you, but I refuse to be in service to my troubles. Oh, they demand attention and won't be relegated onto some high shelf in some dark closet. My steely resolve and my prayer are to find strength enough and enough resolve to marvel at the Mystery, and to recognize how I am shaped and changed into original essence.



I will marvel at the mystery right along with you, Maya. Thank you for your beautiful words. ððž
ââĶI refuse to be in service to my troubles,â. Beautiful. Thank you!