Who was I then?
I remember a girl
Of many ages
Quiet and shy
Wanting to understand
Directed to be
Alive and useful
Who am I now?
That same girl
Many ages past
Still quiet and shy
Wanting to learn
The depth of purpose
Alive and hopeful.
“A self is not something static, tied up in a pretty parcel and handed
to the child, finished and complete. A self is always becoming.”
~ Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet
No comments:
Post a Comment