The Quiet Hand.

Everyday we try to save ourselves. Those who try will lose. We try to plan our steps and create a life for ourselves. We try to create and save. While everyday it slips. 

‘Letting go’ built a house once, and it was beautiful. The sign on the door said ‘trust’ so I walked in. The builders name was ‘the quiet hand’ and he moved to save. But, ‘a wishing wind’ blew around the house, causing confusion and want. We all want and we all wanted to save ourselves.

A song played. 

‘Peace’ came to stay, and we all sung her songs forgetting the lives we were trying to save. Her words were covered in blood and we remembered. ‘Suffering’ came to us all that night. It came as we started to trust. ‘The quiet hand’ never stopped smiling. He had a kind word for us. 

“No more toil in the sun. It is enough to love”.

And when the wishing winds blew again, we ignored them and realised………that we were ok without them.

_SKA