It’s Not the Belief………

October 3, 2009 irishwordpainter

As a very young adult I was looking for a miracle in my life, one wrapped in layers of honesty, integrity and the delight in taking flight on the wings of paper airplanes.  A man who believed that nothing was bigger than believing he could, when he knew he couldn’t.  He saw majesty in an Irish Word Painter whose true beauty lived in the reflection of his eyes. His strength lay in the knowledge that being in his arms would be the closest I’d ever come to being born happy and whatever road I traveled was the road that lead to his front door.  

I’m older now and have unlearned my childhood fantasies.  The answers were never in the question and the why is just as important as the et cetera. Everything changes when viewed from the rearview mirror and my miracle was all used up at twenty-nine.  I will always return to the temple of my familiar; an unnamed emptiness that carries the distant music in my soul.  A song that signals still that hope is alive. 

I long for the gift of language; a shorthand biography in braille….a lifetime of wishes granted and the innocence of never learning life as being anything other than a magazine. 

Do I still wait in silence for a miracle in my life?  I believe when we rise to greet the dawning of a new day, when we drive blindly out into the world with the certainty of finding our way home…those little moments that make up a life have to be filled with something. 

No, it’s not the belief in miracles or childhood fables…nor the sugar-plum fairies in perfect form, warning us against danger.  Perhaps it’s not the perfect happy ending that we seek…maybe it’s simply the act of stepping into a new day, a day that carries the possibility of……on the wings of a paper airplane.

 

Entry Filed under: Relationships,Thoughts of Profundity

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