The strings lay limp across the ground;
I gain the nerve to look around.
The sky is waiting for something.
The air longs to carry taut strings.
One breathes out an airy blast,
And balloons are floating at last.
Another throws a flying dart
To split the colored blimp apart.
When it reaches the ground once more,
No one knows what may be in store.
That is, no one but the one who
Takes the shreds and makes them all new.
Then another must give a breath
To send it up—up from its death.
Yes, another may just pop it,
And the cycle’s an endless pit.
But, which one will you be today?
Flight or death is a word away.
I know I have talked about the power of words on this blog before. So, I am going to try not to repeat myself. However, each person you pass in your daily routine is waiting for someone to come along and lift them off the ground or send them up a little higher.
There will be people that send them crashing back to the ground. There will be people that send you crashing back to the ground. We don’t have to be those people.
Today is a Sunday, the start of the week. So, let’s take a moment and think about who we have been in the last week and who we want to be this week.
Even a bursting balloon sends off air as it breaks apart. Couldn’t that air be used to send others up? When you are breaking apart yourself, use that to build others up. Use your failures to lift others up.
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