Sunday, August 06, 2006
For My Cousin Leanne
To have a faith so deep that, despite the tripping and falling and the one hundred reasons to become bitter, you awake each morning and still believe - that is a miracle. That kind of faith is a blessing in our cynical age and that kind of faith will lead you to a life filled with moments magestic.
It is a faith in Love, you have. A faith that in every new soul with which you collide there waits an angel. Some might call you naive or too trusting or a sucker for punishment. I say you are lucky. With every new beginning you taste the possibility and see a future when so many people would be already be writing the ending. Those same people, though, secretly spend their nights staring at the beige, stucco ceilings above their beds and long to be swept away. Oh, have no doubt. We all want to know magic. But, you, my sweet cousin, still believe in the Santa Claus that we all killed so long ago.
There is only Now. Enjoy it. Surrender to what you are feeling and swim inside of what he is feeling and let the melody write itself. It will last as long as it will last. If it does not you are not a fool for believing it could. Believing it could, believing it can...it is the only real way to live. And at the end of your life you are left holding a glass jar of moments and magic, you are left holding more than most of us even dared to see.
You could also be left at the end of your life holding the hand of an angel believed in and us, new followers of a faith in Love that would not buckle under the strain of our cynical age. The outcome is not the goal. Many cross the finish line and feel empty. The goal is to sweep the soft hair off his sholder and believe once again. He will either rise to the challenge of so much sweetness or, like so many before, fade back and away. I can not promise there won't be tears. But you are not the type to close your eyes when there are stars for the fear they may blind you. There is only Now. The others that have hurt you no longer exist. There is only this. Open up your eyes and catch the one that falls.
If not for a faith in Love, then I ask, why else are we here?
It is a faith in Love, you have. A faith that in every new soul with which you collide there waits an angel. Some might call you naive or too trusting or a sucker for punishment. I say you are lucky. With every new beginning you taste the possibility and see a future when so many people would be already be writing the ending. Those same people, though, secretly spend their nights staring at the beige, stucco ceilings above their beds and long to be swept away. Oh, have no doubt. We all want to know magic. But, you, my sweet cousin, still believe in the Santa Claus that we all killed so long ago.
There is only Now. Enjoy it. Surrender to what you are feeling and swim inside of what he is feeling and let the melody write itself. It will last as long as it will last. If it does not you are not a fool for believing it could. Believing it could, believing it can...it is the only real way to live. And at the end of your life you are left holding a glass jar of moments and magic, you are left holding more than most of us even dared to see.
You could also be left at the end of your life holding the hand of an angel believed in and us, new followers of a faith in Love that would not buckle under the strain of our cynical age. The outcome is not the goal. Many cross the finish line and feel empty. The goal is to sweep the soft hair off his sholder and believe once again. He will either rise to the challenge of so much sweetness or, like so many before, fade back and away. I can not promise there won't be tears. But you are not the type to close your eyes when there are stars for the fear they may blind you. There is only Now. The others that have hurt you no longer exist. There is only this. Open up your eyes and catch the one that falls.
If not for a faith in Love, then I ask, why else are we here?
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