"Broken," mumbled the Child and then shouted, "It's broken!"
"What's broken, Child?" asked The Prophet.
The child, looking at the pictures being flashed below her, sat down on the ocean in shock.
"The bridge," she answered. "The bridge is broken."
"What wrong with it?" The Prophet asked.
"There is no railing; there're large potholes and miles of rocks that make it impossible to go over. It's strange, and I can't see where the bridge begins nor do I see where it ends."
The Prophet chuckled; the ocean shook, and anger overcame the Child.
"What's so funny, Prophet? Why are you laughing at me?" The Child screamed.
"What did you expect, Child? With the bridge, I mean."
"That bridge led to where I once was. What if I wanted to go back?" The Child shouted.
"You can't go back over that bridge, Child."
"It's not possible."
"Why not? I'd love to go back and be with all my old friends, and be normal."
"You've forgotten one important thing, Child."
"No, I haven't. You're trying to confuse me."
The Prophet chuckled again at her unwillingness to see the consequences of the choice she'd made.
"My dear Child, you're not normal anymore." the Prophet said, "That bridge deteriorates every time you metamorphose into becoming what you're supposed to be."
"You mean I am destroying the bridge by accepting change?" The Child asked.
"Of course, you are. Your journey lies ahead; the bridge lies behind you. The more you evolve into your true being, the more the bridge corrodes into nothing.
"Does that mean I can't go back because the bridge is no longer there?"
"It means you can't go back, because you are no longer the same."
Thank you for this powerful post Patricia. Your posts always bring up images for me where I see the scene of the girl and Prophet and, while reading, I get an accompanying reaction physically. It speaks to me .. body mind and soul and reinforces the necessity to accept change and embrace it.ReplyDelete
Thank you again.
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Thank you my dear. The same goes for your postings. I am always thrown into a contemplating mood that challenges me to stretch out and grow.Delete
Love this second entry Patricia! Can't wait to read the C entry! This story reminds me of one of my favorite books "The Dream Giver."ReplyDelete
Thank you my dear. I have read "The Dream Giver" several times. It is one of my favorites also.Delete
“You can’t repeat the past.”ReplyDelete
“Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!”
These lines from F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby" toll in my mind like the regular ringing of the angelus.
Yours is powerful thought and beautiful writing, Patricia. And I love the concept of Prophet and Child; such tender guidance.
Do you think that once we realize we can't repeat the past, cannot go back over that bridge because we have changed and grown spiritually, that our fear of loss will dissipate? And, maybe, just maybe it's OK if we try to cross and fall in sometimes.
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I believe that we will continue to meet fear on our journey because we are imperfect humans. But I also believe that as we grow toward maturity, fear loses its sting and we are more courageous at walking out our journey no matter the circumstances.
Thank you so much for sharing your powerful thoughts on this message.
Bittersweet; sad, funny and hopeful. Inspiring with courage and spirit.ReplyDelete
I thouroughly enjoyed your story.
Thank you so much. It makes me happy to know that I touched your heart.Delete
Patricia, you have an interesting way of presenting a point. I have to sit and absorb your post to let it touch my soul before I can comment. Thank you. Sadly, we can repeat the past as many people do, but it definitely is NOT a healthy way of living.ReplyDelete
Also, I'm learning how crazy it is to try to follow everyone, comment, and write my own blog. VERY CHALLENGING!! Thanks!! ;-)
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Thank you for dropping by and sharing your thoughts. I also understand what you mean with the Challenge. It is a horrendous task because it is not just about writing an article 6 days a week. I started recording in the studio today, so I know how one can be press for time. Just take one day and do what you can.
Once I dreamed that I got out on a bridge, but had to turn around and go back because the bridge wasn't finished. Upon meditation I realized I was concerned I didn't have everything I needed to take with me on an upcoming move. I prayed and knew I could take the leap into my Lord's arms…that he would be there for me when I got to where I was going. (Visiting on the 2nd day of the #challenge.)ReplyDelete
Thank you. So many times I have been in a smiler situation. The confidence of knowing that I am not alone, that God is there, that I am redeemed and that my redeemer lives has always given me the courage to move on, even when I am afraid.Delete
Yes, we can not turn back time and be who we once were - no matter how much we might want to. Instead, hopefully, we look forward and strive to grow.ReplyDelete
I must admit there are times when I am nostalgic and would enjoy going back to a time and or place.
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. If I could go back with the knowledge that I have now, it might be interesting. But I don't think that would happen. We learn so much that can only be gained through maturity.
Once again thank you.
Oh, I love it!!! Yes, so very true! We can't go forward while looking behind, and we can't move forward if our foot is still facing behind us. Change can be intimidating, and even fearful for some, but what we don't understand, is that just by getting out of bed in the morning we have changed our position and location and most likely our outlook. Change is constant. How can we strive to grow and move forward if we refuse to change. To be more like the Prophet, the child must certainly change. Pat, I love how you write, and especially these stories with the Prophet. I look forward to reading each one. They lighten my load and cause me to smile, knowing I am so very much like the child at times! Love you! DeirdreReplyDelete
Pat, I entered my comment then clicked how I would like to comment as, and it all went away. Woe is me. I love the series on the child and the Prophet. I love how it makes me smile and sometimes easily relate to the oft times obstinate child. I look forward to each message with blessed anticipation. Thank you for writing about these two again. They are like friends. Love you, DeirdreReplyDelete