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While I Live

While I Live

February 18, 2015

 

Dr. David Benner posted the following potent quote on Facebook this morning: “The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live.”  Dr. Benner’s words were superimposed over a picture of a beautiful little girl. My morning stroll down my Facebook newsfeed came to a breathless halt.

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I looked at those baby blues so wide and alive,

and allowed the words of that simple sentence

to be tossed over and over

in the tumbler of my mind for a few moments.

 

I saw wonder there, and I wondered

how much of the wonder of the world

has been lost on me at times.

How often have I walked in oblivion

past majesty or beauty or magnificence,

my eyes fixed on some lesser object of my attention?  

 

I saw curiosity there, and I wondered

how I’ve settled for the known or assumed or obvious.

In what ways have I smothered the questions

that come so naturally and frequently

to the inquiring mind that precedes

the more disinterested version?

 

I saw innocence there, and I wondered

to what degree incorruptibility and unsophistication

have given way to pretense and posturing and pride.

When did I add the “dis” to my ingenuousness

or remove the “un” to leave only worldliness?

And why?

 

I saw expectancy there, and I wondered

why imagination and creativity and hope

so often seem to have left the room in my life.

How have expectations dethroned the expectancy

of a mind that sees a horizon much further distant

than that encouraged by the despotic status quo?

 

I saw promise there, and I wondered

how much of my potential and capacity have been

swallowed up by fear or failure or falsehood.

When did the assurance of real life and living

give way to the breathless end of verdancy

and to the haunting death of my dreaming?

 

I look again at those baby blues so wide and alive,

and allow the words of that simple sentence

to be tossed over and over

in the tumbler of my mind for just a few more moments:

 

And arising from the tragic ashes again:

The wonder of awareness,

discovery borne by curiosity,

the simple purity of innocence,

the expectancy encoded in vision,

and the promise of hope that does not disappoint.

In and from the ashes, life. Still.