The Unseen..
I used to, selfishly, count the times I was touched.
Now, I count the times I reach out to touch.
I don’t get it right all the time. But I’m aware, that helps. I’m a work in progress
The Unseen.. belongs to the following groups:
Compassion, Courage & FriendshipThey walk among us.
Unseen, unrecognised, unheard for most of their lives, sometimes for the entire duration of their lives.
At least, by the masses.
But they do walk among us. Those of us touched by one of them, knows. And we remember.
And for that, perhaps it falls to us to be the tellers of their stories?
They are discreet and their forms are many. This is their genius, look for it.
They break like dawn into the ache of other’s lives. They move without self-reproachment, without doubt. Look for this.
Look for them…
They are the unnoticed hands that unbidden, take up the baggage of the aged or weary.
They are the clear voices that speak the words we are too afraid to say, into the hollow of other’s losses.
They are the tiny gifts of trust placed in us.
They are the deep sincerity in congratulating friends who have landed wonderful jobs – that will take them away from us.
They are the unbroken amongst those who should be… the melodic singers at the back of the bus on hideous journeys over foreign roads, the comical prompts at the lowest ebb of a strained day.
They are the soft place to fall, in every family.
They are the firm guides, confident of their way. They are the ones who give that simple forgiveness when we stumble – they’re those among us who inspire the restorative healing of play.
They wear a uniform without being so, don’t recognise labels, know the satisfaction of a small job or part, well done. And the deep abiding benefit of working the earth, of spending time in the sun.
They move among us like mist, clearing paths they will never walk, planting trees they will never live to see. Telling soft truths and stories to a generation at their knee.
They are the silent, whose gift is to listen.
They walk among us. Unseen, unrecognised, unheard for most of their lives, sometimes, even for the entire duration of their lives.
They are the real Heroes – each having lived beyond reason and embraced the courage to have been somebody’s moon, some-one’s sun.
And if we are extra-ordinarily lucky, by the time we die, we will all have been at least one.
Natella2020
You don’t understand the value of this work, Karen. It’s priceless in the message it carries and the gratitude and love and hope that emanate from it.
“And if we are extra-ordinarily lucky, by the time we die, we will all have been at least one.”
This sentence is a stroke of brilliance.
Karen01 replied
whew. thank you, bless you for that..
SuliHawk
The real Heroes, and with your words you are one.
Karen01 replied
aargh, it’s hard to hear that.. thank you and bless you for that.. whew
olawunmi
Wow! You have completely taken my breath away with this. It is so profound, so truth, it just knocks you out. Please do make sure you protect it…I believe it is a message inspired to guide. Natella told me to check this out and I came over not knowing what to expect. Thanks Karen.Thank you very much.
loramae
Karen, so hard to express how this made me feel…left almost speechless…never stop what you do with your heart and spirit! Thank you!!!
Joyce Dickens,...
This is extraordinary! You are blessed with an incredible talent, and your writings are so moving, so beautiful and so well presented…...thank you!
Karen01
I can’t thank each of you enough for your wonderful, wonderful comments… truly, thank you for being so gracious!! deeply appreciated…
Miri
Karen – that’s great & so true. i particularly like ‘They wear a uniform without being so, don’t recognise labels, know the satisfaction of a small job or part, well done. ’ and the last line