do you think birds know about God? do they stop to question where all the worms come from? are they curious how humans learned to use their legs or why they have to build a nest with twigs?
do you think the goldfish wonders why his life is so short? or why he’s orange? is he scared no one will be there when he runs out of water? I bet the squirrel doesn’t know why there’s always enough acorns to gather. do bears question why they have so much fur? do spiders live in crippling fear of being stepped on? I would, if I were them.
why do I, in growing knowledge of God, worry daily?
Monday, 31 July 2006
Buried Ambition
In the beginning, she was selected to be assembled; custom-made for special use. every part was cautiously chosen fitting only her. She had a glorious headpiece with jewels of amethyst to match her woven gown
you should see her now someone changed her shoes which are now unbearably small her hair was trimmed carelessly leaving strands of hair never placing themselves properly. she sits on a shelf in the study collecting dust on her finely-detailed fingers meant for masterpieces. her eyelids don’t even stay open by themselves anymore. if you did happen to notice her, your attention would most likely turn unconsciously to her unpolished, fading color. From her skin and lips to her clothes and hair.
just as if a young girl had played with her over and over wearing her down to be like any other doll, and then grew up and discarded her to the shelf; not looking anything like she was made to look. Would her manufacturer even recognize her?
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