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No One Lives His Life
“No One Lives His Life” A quiet face, dark brooding eyes hiding a quizzical gaze, masked the mystery within. There was a wariness about the jaw, clenched as if holding some small prey, some bit of information that must be held, understood, and dealt with. Age brought little relief. It did bring greater awareness of the treasures that had been protected. The gentleness shared only with babies and puppies, the smile coaxed by the warmth of spring sunshine. A strength, a genuine strength, not of muscle and sinew, but of courage borne of tenacity, of love forged on cold metal, a determination to absorb and rise above the pain of life’s meanness. These resided here, in this “repository of un-lived things”, encased in a kindness that was unknown, soothed by a song unheard, loved by a spirit that wasn’t. These gifts, these precious offerings, long defended from the thieves that stalk the innocence of youth, wait in this treasure trove of hope. Honest words of truth awakened, defiant stance of newfound dreams, first steps from darkened place of hiding. A quiet face, dark brooding eyes, unmasked, freed from living others lies, for “no one lives his life”. //Rilke’s Book of Hours// 4/21/2014
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