Post by Rob on Aug 18, 2014 8:58:33 GMT
The boy lifts weights. Muscles grew, and the world is his.
He graduated from school and he knew everything.
He finds happiness by winning the game.
He thinks he can walk through a door if he wants. Life smiles if he does.
He has life in his grasp. If he fails, he hardly notices.
Along came the man who the boy became.
He is wide-eyed and daring, some said innocent, but he plowed ahead.
He ran fast, nothing stopped him, until something did, and he then fell.
On his knees, he began to fear for his life.
He bought more books. He ran faster and then farther than ever before.
The small room where he lived was no longer safe.
His father died. He did not move. Babies were born. He was speechless.
He looked for love and found a dark ocean.
He searched in the minds of old people and places they said God had been.
What he found was not in his language.
By then he was ready to give up. He could hardly move.
He knelt to pray and a grasshopper winked at him.
He winked back.
Finally he had received his notice.
From now on he was to walk in accordance with the stirrings that give him life.
