The Earth Will Speak, That Your Voice, So Soft Now, Might Be Heard

Oh
Child
With eyes as wide as the midday sun
With hair as wild as the beasts which still can be found lurking in the places we have not yet built our homes
Though you may feel so insignificant
Standing beside such monoliths as these we have hewn from the ground beneath you
Standing beneath the night sky filled with a countless number of rotating suns many times the size of the sum of all living things you were ever encounter
You are unquestionably essential to the very existence of all that is
You are the eyes that read these words and in doing so, call to life each and every idea that has been recorded within them
You are the mind that perceives and connects the vastness of all that surrounds you, weaving from it some semblance of order and meaning and from that order and meaning your voice is heard
For yours is the voice that echoes in the still of night when your eyes are closed and the world is but a distant port to which you will eventually arrive but of which you have not the faintest awareness

Now
Child
These things you must know
Not that you might imagine yourself superior to any others and lord your position over them
Contrary
You must understand the mantle that has been passed to you
A mantle shared by a billion other organisms over the span of aeons upon aeons, over the course of which more suns have passed than those you see in the sky above you now
To which you are tightly bound but upon which you have such great influence such that without you the very fabric of what is would crumble and fall to nothing
You have a purpose here
And though it may seem simple it is truly the most difficult assignment you will ever be given
It is a journey and a battle and a full-blown war all contained neatly within the following statement:
You must discover who you are, and what defines you as such in relation to the world around you

And as soon as you have discovered for yourself
The answer
The earth will speak
That your voice
So soft now
Amongst the cacophony of all else that is
Might be heard

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Sometimes, All We Can Do is Listen

Life can be complex
Even more so when two lives merge
Caring for one’s self is a burden in itself
But supporting another
Comes with challenges
That nothing else can really prepare us for

We try our best
In all of our endeavors
Acting
In our own way
With good intentions
Each decision
Made upon a foundation
Of prior knowledge and experience

Even still
There will be times
When we feel like we are inadequate
Ill-prepared
For the difficulties that arise
Disappointed
Not on the shortcomings of those we love
But in our inability to compensate and adjust

I have so often felt
Utterly useless and powerless
As those I love
Struggle without relief
And I am entirely unable
To be of any help
To be anything more
Than a voice
Misunderstood and mistaken in my efforts

Sometimes
All we can do is listen
Demonstrating and reinforcing
Our love and support
Placing hope where it belongs
In the strength that lies within them
Believing that they can and will access it
And use it
To overcome their difficulties
Placing hope in ourselves
In our patience and our love
Believing that we can overcome our own insecurities
And stand beside them
Waiting without judgement or condemnation
Ready and willing
When needed
To be a friend
To be a partner
To be an ally
In the never-ending battle we wage
Against ourselves

Remnants of a Landscape We Once Knew

I am not here
I cannot tell you where I am
For I do not quite know
Myself
Do you believe in me?
Do you believe in you?
Do you believe in the now?
I can’t really say if I do
Though it is just as well
Sometimes the question
Does not beget an answer
To inquire is enough
To seek is often better
Than to find
After all
We are inhabited by wandering souls
Who’s to say
That this inclination to wonder
Is not an inclination to wander
An beckoning echo still
Of battle songs from long ago
Reflected off of
All the fragments we encounter
Day in and day out
Of scenery intimately unfamiliar
Remnants of a landscape we once knew