Of Tears and Medals
That little girl, Toula, in third
grade stood,
Tears falling down her red face.
Because she had only won bronze
and third place.
Ah, what a disgrace!
Older Toula today, still looks at it
with chagrin.
Though decades have passed,
that very same medal, still does
her ravishing soul in.
She never got over not being at
the top.
Though her life is one of enormous
successes, and anything but flops!
The mystery is, why not throw
that medal away?
Toula still looks at it everyday.
Because....It always keeps her
reaching for the stars.
Not desiring to be part of the crowd.
No, not ever!
Just being her own gleaming feldspar.
One day with God..humbly and forever.
6/23/2019
8am PST
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