First ask
the universe,
have faith; what you must do.
Believe that you are to receive,
it's truth.
The Golden Thread
I see now what Einstein said best,
"In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity."
Though, this is all in retrospect,
'tis why wisdom comes with age, in pondering, reflect
On what we've been dealt in life, and why.
Engulfed by my low period in existence,
Born of changes, events I thought beyond all control,
My personal sea of despair, to drown myself,
Lament the wounds I felt were wrongfully inflicted.
In this moment I reached for higher ground.
Conversing with a confidant,
I was asked my views on charity,
On why, for whom, what would inspire me.
Without hesitation, I described a scenario that did not exist,
To which elements the dots would not connect.
Reminded by this person's wisdom,
One who knew me well, who saw what I wouldn't see,
Who prompted me to take another look, quest for the truth,
Regardless of my discomfort, disparity,
To renew my faith in charity.
I pause now to thank, Clotho,
Who wove this golden thread,
In one moment, our fate was intertwined.
Unbeknownst, to you or me,
The thoughts I voiced were destiny.
All credit being yours,
Intentions, drive, motivation...
I pay homage to your inspiration.
As to the day I floated this idea to the universe,
And your endeavors I received in response.
It is my pleasure to fulfill,
To support, a heartfelt thrill.
My renewal of spirit, of faith,
The reassuring touch of grace.
This golden thread our lives have traced.
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Author Notes
The beginning is a Cinquain I wrote some time ago entitled, "The Secret". The Golden Thread is an illustration thereof.
Notes on my inspiration:
This poem is written in dedication to Kaare Odegard, Co-Founder of With All Your Heart, a charity to benefit the patients at the Harry And Sally Porter Heart Center in Fairbanks, Alaska. To learn more: http://fairbankshospitalfoundation.com/ncaaaward/
"In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity."
-- Albert Einstein
Luke 6:38 - Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.
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