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picture 15 Aug 2004 @ 23:50, by Salama Shaquana

I am not sure who wrote this, only that is was posted today on another forum and it really touched my heart. It made me stop and think of how often we only 'see' what is on the surface, we rarely go beneath the outer layer. We judge beauty by the image we have in our mind of what is perfect, failing see what was, what remains and that even when things start to wither and fade, the beauty that remains is just as strong, just as powerful – just different that is all......

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down, and said with great excitement "Look What I've found!"

In his hand was a flower and what a pitiful sight, with it's petals all worn, not enough rain, or to little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating, he sat next to my side, and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise," It sure smells pretty, and it's beautiful too. That's why I picked it; here it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead, not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied "Just what I need." But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time, that weed toting boy could not see, he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun, as I thanked him for picking the very best one. "Your welcome" he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he'd had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see, a self pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight. Through the eyes of a blind child, as last I could see. The problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose, And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.


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