Seed of Hope

Day 276. I am headed for the Womble. Mountain bike paradise. Enchanted forest in which cell phone signals are mysteriously lost and nary a computer can be found within forty miles. Some call this inconvenient. I call it Nirvana.

In yesterday's blog I shared the first paragraph of the poem written for me by a client. I read it again last night and decided it would be today's post. And quote. I peered inwardly to see if this had to do with ego, and it felt like that wasn't the case. It is simply a beautiful poem. It is called Seed of Hope. I will begin with the second stanza:

"... Little did I know where my dangerous path would lead, to a world filled with sorrow and pain,
isolated from everyone, too ashamed to speak of the dark world I endured.
Just when I thought my life was at an end, a tiny voice inside me started to rise.
I picked up the phone and called that voice that once planted the Seed of Hope.

So the long road to recovery began from that tiny seed of hope.
I started to learn how to trust in someone and have faith within me.
Pain still came as a roller coaster during this road but with your help I could cope
and begin to see another side to life that was happy, joyous and free.

You have been a constant source of strength, an everburning light
that has lit a path for my dreams to unfold and given me the courage to try.
I have begun to develop wings to take flight but know that you have always been in sight.
But my dreams have taken me to a place beyond your sight and that makes me cry.

I will never forget you or the way that you saved my life.
Wherever I go, a piece of you will always be with me, guiding me, and encouraging me.
You will forever be in my heart and I want you to know something for the future:
Never forget the importance of a tiny seed of hope."


Thank you for the tribute. I will never forget.

Gassho,
CycleBuddhaDoc