Lightening strikes suddenly. Monochrome skies watch over an angry broiling sea.
Silent screams seek release but who to tell, who to hear?
Who to care, who to share?
Turbulent breakers pounding against unfeeling granite rock create endless emotional storms.
If only you would hear my voice, still yourself to hear the wisdom of the West wind…
Let the storm brew and blow. Throughout life storms come and go.
Look at the beauty within each tiny grain of golden sand. Each was once battered and broken by angry waves. Now they glisten in sunlight and bathed by moonlight, soothe the restless ebb tide of the sea.
The beauty of serene sandy shores formed once the silent scream made the choice to shout.
A parable on knowing it is OK to ask for help if you are not OK …
Two strangers met in a forest.
“I can’t find my way home,” he said.
“I’m lost too, maybe we can find a our way home through the forest together,” she replied.
He looked uncertain, and shaking his head began to walk away.
“Come back!” she cried, “What if you are going the wrong way?”
“NO!” He shouted, “What if you lead me further into the deep dark woods?”
“What if I don’t? What if I lead you home?” Frustration burning in her dark eyes.
He shook his reluctant head. “You go your way, I will go mine. I don’t need you or anyone to help me, I will find my own way home, ALONE.” Without a backward glance he took off through the dense undergrowth.
Alone and afraid she cried out “Help me!” She thought she heard a whispering in the trees behind her and turning around she saw a feint ray of light shone ahead, just enough to see through the canopy. She moved closer and closer to its source. Realising it was coming from soft sunlight heralding the dawn of a fresh new day she began to run. She knew she would now be able to find a way out of the darkness, following the cookie crumbs the dancing motes of light threw upon the forest floor.
Turning, she called excitedly to him, for now they both could be free and no longer lost. But he was long gone, deeper and deeper into the undergrowth, ensnared and trapped by tangled roots and gnarled old trees in the forest of the night. Even if he had been willing, he was too far away to hear.
Knowing she had lost him, she ran forwards drawn by the intensity of the growing Light. The kiss of the morning Sun caught tears glistening on her face, tears of gratitude for her salvation and of sorrow for the lost stranger who could have become a friend.