Sometimes a smile bright but brittle
Can hide many an unbidden tear
Dauntless courage can echo
With a long buried resurfacing fear
When everything seems to be going right,
Towards the unknown lurches the mind
And who knows those hidden depths
May echo of memories not so kind
Under the veneer of lark like song
Lies the echo of pain unseen
The brave face shown to the world
Looks for a shoulder to lean
Those condemned as unfeeling and cold
Hide the warmest of all hearts
What the world sees as ruthlessly whole
Is the sum total of broken parts
Those appearing distant and stoic
Are the ones who never fail in duty
Their prickly and harsh exterior
Echoes of sacrificed beauty
A loud clarion call proclaims itself
The soft echo always smothered
Ergo the garish and loud rule
With the subtle, the world not bothered
So always listen for those hidden echoes
Before sitting in judgement, pray refrain
Remember clouds called dark tear themselves apart
So that the parched earth maybe drenched with rain!
A tiny rill was once born
On the cliff of a mountain high
Which tower`d up with craggy peaks
And reached up to the sky
The rill began its descent downward
As it was meant to do
And as it trudged its rocky path
Lo behold, it grew and grew
First a rill and then a brook
Soon it became a stream
It raced away from where it was born
All to chase a dream
The mountain watched it grow apace
Its crags suffering many a mighty blow
It stopped the clouds with its tall peaks
So the stream with the rain could grow
At last the stream reached the plain
Now a river with a path to make
The mountain knew it would never be back
Its heart beginning to break
The river now had a single goal
To find the sea wide and blue
Far behind, the mountain watched
All its dreams come true
The river found its sea at last
And was lost in its embrace
‘Go my child “, smiled the mountain green
‘May you be blest with God`s grace
“ No longer can I keep pace with you
You have grown long and wide
From afar though I rejoice in you
Your very being is my pride”
I asked the mountain, “ Does it hurt
To let your little rill go?”
“Children have to find themselves”, it smiled
Its tears beginning to flow
“ Tis but the natural order of things
And it will always be so
WISDOM LIES IN HOLDING ON
BUT KNOWING WHEN TO LET GO.
