Dear Readers, Greetings from Dragthepen
We count sheep to sleep, the number of day of the week, and the number of toes on a baby’s feet.
We count the day between the change of the seasons, some even count the days until retirement.
Have you ever wondered about counting the number of people who suffer from brokenness and hopelessness?
Today, while I was reviewing my new website and sharing it with friends, one of my dedicated viewers sent me this piece
The words literally brought tears to my eyes because what he wrote summed up how
I have been feeling about my life. I am sharing this with his blessings and hope that these words will encouraged
people to give a moment to understanding, compassionate and patient with others because you do not know their secret pain.
If I were a book, by Marc Henry Jean
If I were an open book I would be dusty on an old creaky bookshelf.
In my pages would be details on mystery and honesty, so sharp that the second I’m finally opened it difficult to put me down.
If I were a book I would be the embodiment of all books merged into one.
I would be poetry enlightened and powerful.
I would be filled with joy that makes you smile and excited to read the next sentence.
I would be the river ….No..I would be the waves flowing to the sounds of nature in perfect melody.
I would be love…hate…No I would be love while hate try to rush Its way back against your smile and you’ll keep hate pinned against the shadow.
I would be the missing pieces to your puzzle…. the Ying to your Yang….your push and pull.
I would be art simple, yet deeply meaningful…I would be you …looking in the mirror realizing your beauty and your struggles.
I would be old and dusty because no one bothered to crack me open to read my truth.
Than you for reading and please visit my website