It’s interesting just how
Little you get used
To expecting when others
Don’t give I felt
Like an island exporting
All my natural resources
Take this take that
I still have plenty
The funny thing about
Others though is that
When my little island
Ran out of me
They too ran out
Found a different island
From which to import
And I well I
Renewed myself to glory
It’s not that I
Got used to giving
It’s that the world
Got used to taking
So when someone offered
Or even just asked
Is there anything you
Need I couldn’t answer
That there was is
Are and might be
Because in my past
Largesse always came with
A price from others
That I couldn’t afford
Kindness and generosity of
Heart and spirit heals
Even the deepest wounds
When you do something
For another any another
It’s like God touching
Both the receiver and
The giver each witness
A glimpse of Heaven
The glorious thing about
Change is that it
Isn’t absolute change in
Even it’s grandest form
Isn’t annihilistic but rather
Absorptive it is accommodating
When you change you
Don’t leave you behind
You may leave others
Or other things behind
But you oh you
You always most certainly
Always take along you
It’s funny how the
Heart breaks it’s not
That it is fragile
It’s just that life
Like a diamond cutter
Knows or doesn’t know
Where to whack it
Sending what took eons
To create into either
Oblivion or into rarity
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 