Remember the Mystery

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Remember the Mystery

 

Lost in the surface of life

Living veneer existence

No life

No heart

Practical efficiency

Checking off To Do lists

The inner child knows different

She knows the greatness of life

To explore

To look closely, and see the delicate pattern of the moss

To jump from the big rock

To the little one, and then another little one

All the way up to the tree

Oooh, that tree!

Reaching her little arms out

She hugs that tree.

It says, “Grace, child!”

She holds on to the little handles

the tree gives

and she is able to climb around to the back of the tree

Where she discovers a patch of tiny mushrooms

And the mushrooms say, “Bless thee, Child, for discovering us.

Pick us with your small hands and take us home to your mother.

We will bless your food, and bring life back to your family.”

 

The child carefully gathers the mushrooms.

She carefully put them in her pocket.

And she happily continues to climb around the tree.

She kisses the tree and says thank you, 

and follows the path back home.

 

Mommy, look what I found!

Mushrooms from the forest!

We can have them with our food!

 

Well, we’ll have to check and see

if these mushrooms are safe to eat. 

Sure enough, this was a very good kind of mushroom.

 

There were enough mushrooms for everyone

And they tasted delicious.

The family opened 

and talked about what was in their hearts.

They laughed.

And the candle glowed at the center of the family table.

 

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