The Promise

The prompt for this weeks writers Island is The promise. Hearing this word I thought about the last promise I made to my daughter to not enforce my advice on her again. It made me think how often I made this mistake in the past. The thought that I could sort out others people's problems by just giving advice, which is especially tricky with adults. I always forget that their concept of the problem and what works for them might be completely different. They might be on a different level of their journey and need to gather experience in their own time. What I did was trying to figure out what I can and can't do when I want to help in general. What I came up with still needs work but I was tired. Sometimes this feels like top sport for my mind. That's why I am amazed how many islanders drop the most beautiful writing out of their sleeves in a high quantity. I feel honoured "to hang out" with them. The promise

By Marja Blom

I can't change your path

on which you're trodding

with no firmness left

because your wet drops of pain

turned it into mud.

But I promise you I will walk alongside

showing you the stars which radiate for all

showing you the flowers

blooming in heavenly colours

I can't change your past

where fairness is a stranger

and wounds were inflicted

kept open by memories

where dreams were destroyed

leaving you with broken pieces

But I promise you I show you the present

where you can find that first brick

to built a new palace unique and special

as it will arise in your likeness

I can't change your country

of what is your mind

with established roads

and sophisticated architecture

where you speak your own language

and live by your own laws

But I promise you I will discover

and try to understand

and I will search for the beauty

 in the realms of your mind

and you are welcome to explore

my kingdom with treasures you can find