LETTERS TO STRANGERS
...WORDS I HAVE POSTED PUBLICALLY IN VARIOUS PLACES IN RESPONSE TO OTHERS WORDS...
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
Rock
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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LETTERS TO STRANGERS
...WORDS I HAVE POSTED PUBLICALLY IN VARIOUS PLACES IN RESPONSE TO OTHERS WORDS...
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
Rock
February 22, 1998
> What does it make of one when one is raised to voice no complaint,
>to bear what life has brought? Does one become the Teacher, the
>Sharer of Wisdom, everyone's "Rock" to anchor themselves to in an
>otherwise shifting world?
>
> Even when the winds of time have scoured and polished the
>Rock and tiny cracks appear on it's surface, no one sees. They
>cannot, for the Rock has always been and so....will always be.
>
> The winds of life play o'er the Rock and tiny screams wend
>forth; but, no one hears. They will not hear, for the Rock has
>always been and so.....will always be.
>
> Resting amid the stones, the Rock seems strong as ever. No
>one knows it's crumbling from within. The silent screams begin,
>and must not be heard. For you see, the Rock has always been and
>so.....must always be.
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and when the rock crumbles enough from within,
it turns to dust and ceases to be a rock...
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
is it just a lack of trust?
or is it more to hide some pain?
or is it more just being vain?
or is it more not knowing how
than a choice to just not allow?
or is it just a quirk of fates
to be the one who always waits?
or is it just because it's so
not even for the Rock to know?
maybe that's the mystery
that the Rock is... must always be
...
the best compliment I can give is to be inspired by your words...
thank you, for touched a very deep chord and question within me...
ric
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