Companion

Walk with me.

You tell me your story

And I’ll tell you mine.

But maybe not all at once.

Let’s first be silent

and listen to nature speak.

Let’s listen to truth

in its purest form.

For the babbling brook speaks only what it knows as it really is.

It tells no false tales.

It whispers only of the gentle friction that makes some stones sharp and some stones smooth.

And the rustling leaves chant their cheers only for the moment—

as it really is—

At the peak of life, vibrant and green,

or as a sojourner amongst the grass and dirt,

bound to a final resting place.

Then,

after our time spent listening to the sound of truth,

after taking a lesson from nature’s book,

perhaps then,

we can utter exchanges of ourselves—

But only those that echo from the deepest sense of our truest selves

and translates the language of the soul

as it really is.

Listen…

Written by our friend, Carol Holmes-Chambers