Enter Into Joy

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Make My Hands Respect the Things That You Have Made


I was walking . . . trying to figure out life . . . when I became aware of the acorns littering the path below my feet. It occurred to me that I had never actually seen one falling from the massive oaks that line the street.  Obviously, they do fall. There are dozens of them cracking under my feet. I had just never seen them in flight.   I suppose, then, that the dive to earth below was ordered to be surreptitious. 


Wait until the humans aren’t watching. They will think they somehow made it happen. They will think they know exactly when it is time to let go and start the free fall. But it is ours to know when to begin the clandestine journey, and each of us will take it, turning loose and searing through the sky just under the tree, cutting the path like a knife, throwing back our heads in uproarious laughter while the air parts like the sea to let us fly by.

It’s not that we don’t want them to enjoy such a ride, but the fact is they did not make us, and so they don’t quite understand us. Maybe they could try to imagine.

– Charme Robarts
www.29Pieces.org 
Make My Hands Respect the Things That You Have Made is from Let me walk in beauty, by Chief Yellow Lark. This passage is one of the passages from God Makes the Rivers to Flow


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