| Title: | What's all this fuss about 'sax and violins'? |
| Notice: | Archived V1 - Current conference is QUARK::HUMAN_RELATIONS |
| Moderator: | ELESYS::JASNIEWSKI |
| Created: | Fri May 09 1986 |
| Last Modified: | Wed Jun 26 1996 |
| Last Successful Update: | Fri Jun 06 1997 |
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This is being inserted at the request of someone who wishes to remain
anonymous. -Barb
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<Title: A Raindrop for a Soul>
I know of a soul that is so precious that it is as delicate as a
butterfly's wing.
I know of a soul so special that it makes living things shine.
A flash of a smile and all the world is a glow with beauty and brightness.
Yes, this is a special soul, one so fragile that it bruises with each pain
it experences.
This is a soul has the most cherished gift anything can offer, itself with
complete honesty and trust.
Take this soul and soil it, abuse it and throw it away and it will never
be the same.
Letting it's wings spread open and fly is the most dangerous thing this soul
can do. It invites pain. It is vulnerable and it is special.
Someone once allowed me to see a soul like this, now it may die. It will be
taken away from the face of the earth so that no one may be blessed by its
presence. How can we help this soul? How can we tell this soul that it is
special and it is loved by those who encounter it? This soul doesn't feel
like it is appreciated or wanted.
I came in like a wounded bear in a china shop and hurt this soul beyond
repair when it was freely given to me. Now, I can not find a way to repair
this soul. I speak jibberish and it speaks love. We do not communicate anymore.
God how I'd love to communicate with it. If only it would trust me again, but it
won't. I know why it won't.
I pray that in another existance I may meet this soul again. I also pray that
my soul is an equal match. I do not want to ever go through Hell again only
to find out that I was given Heaven. I made life Hell over and over again. I
tried and tried but too slowly did I "reform". She showed me the way, but I
learned too slow.
Earth was never made for a soul this precious. Maybe someday it will be.
With every raindrop a new life is created and given a chance to be
open and giving. Floods happen and these beautiful raindrops are washed away
and lost forever. I hope someday to catch this special raindrop again and
have it be mine. The odds are slim, but I will have my arms open and not
closed away from life. Without open arms, how can one catch raindrops?
signed.....one from the flood
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| 471.1 | Butterfly | ELESYS::JASNIEWSKI | Mon Feb 15 1988 11:17 | 47 | |
<Butterfly - By John Acker)
Walkin down the road
one rainy day
Heard something behind me
thought I heard it say-
Turned and looked in the haze
couldnt see a thing
Then I heard,
Someone began to sing!
Well the sun that used to shine / No longer shines in your eyes
And when the footprints that you left in the sand / are only memories
Butterfly! Butterfly! Butterfly! Dont fly away...
Looked into the distance
saw wings made of silk - like stars
Glistening in the morning milk
round it flew! Wondering where to land?
Not on this land! (oh No)
C:
We talked for hours
what seemed like days
And it told me - everythings gonna be OK!
Then the wind, blew through my hair
and it left me standing alone...
Again alone.
C:
* * *
You see, the "elusive butterfly" of a giving soul is an experience
that many, many people - even this "John Acker" guy that you probably
dont even know - have gone through in life. Please dont revel in
your failure to capture it and hold it as your own. Instead, make
manefest all the wonderful qualities you've talked about and know
so well as part of your own being! Further set the example for all
of what you hope to find by becoming it yourself. In this way, the
Butterfly will return.
Joe Jas
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