The Opportunity
I heard the knock on the door
but I chose not to answer.
I heard the whisper in my ear
but I chose not to listen.
I saw the light on the horizon
but I turned off the switch.
I saw the window swing open,
but I chose to close it again.
How shortsighted I was then.
How stoic in the safety of familiarity.
Opportunities come knocking so
softly we can hardly hear them.
They whisper like soft breezes
and merely ruffle a hair.
They shine a tiny glimmer of hope
which needs nurturing like a beacon.
Take the gift, unwrap it.
Marvel at the contents, and
take it on board the boat of
opportunity - quickly -
blink, and it will be gone.
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