It's my post. I didn't choose, it was given as a sacred gift- for me to be the keeper of the treasure.
The burden
The golden glow
The light
The gift
The pressure
The secret duty
The war
The Victory... or death in one last protective breath!
I watch vigilant daily keeping my post. I'm proud and strong- no one would dare to breach my threshold. Then time creeps around the corner, bringing with it a windy silt that covers the pure golden joy of the treasure. The hiding place is cracking and the treasure is exposed to outer elements, it does not shine as bright. I know the treasure needs a new place to be sequestered - the journey is far from over but I bolster for the fight and vow to protect it with my very life. I am so driven in my vision that I can't see the place I started nor the end of my road. Is there more to me as a warrior than this one battle? sent only for this one purpose, I thought. But now in horror I gaze with shallow breath as it is given to the traveler to journey in places I cannot go. The treasure was my purpose- my waking and setting sun- the prize that I won and would die to keep. Then in what seemed like one short minute was ripped from my hiding place— only for me to blink back the tears and feel my heart stretch to hold back the river of gripping pain. Let go — he says.... the treasure will be safe with me- how can I? How could you ask me to let go of the only thing I have lived to keep safe?
The answer sliced my soul as I hear the irony and feel my human weakness reveled— "the time has come for you to trust me with the treasure that I commissioned you to keep long ago.
So I ponder as my grip weakens... and the Smokey dusk dims my view - distance grows between me and the treasure ; the cracking of my heart can be heard for miles. Truth lingers in my mental darkness like an old street lamp blinking out the reason that I want to ignore. The message : You can not have true victory unless you Trust the Masters Plan and practice LOVE without limits. It means letting go...
