A tarot-card reader once made me a proposition…
To do a silent reading, for this skeptic on a mission.
The results would be sealed for years, to prove its accuracy,
protecting fate from interruption and yet satisfying my curiosity.
I never took her up on it… for fear that I would cheat
and open the envelope for an illegal peek.
I was afraid I might change it, if I knew what my fate held…
Like the tampering with history or a misguided spell.
Still I wonder… Was this always the plan?
The choices and happenings, that built this lifespan…
Did they build the person? Or did the person built it?
Was the mold pre-determined? Or the pieces built to fit?
Did my life circumstances come to inspire?
Or was my discontent the fuel to my fire?
If I could go back and let that child know,
all that was to come, all she’d have to show…
Would she have slacked off and stopped working so hard?
Or was her life’s journey always in the cards?
Nevertheless, I wish I could’ve told her:
That the day would come, that someone would hold her,
someone would love her and treasure her gifts.
That she was the captain, not a piece of wood drift.
That intentional choices and decisions that were good,
would eventually bring the life that these things should.
But she’d have to be patient and be willing to roll
with a lot of life’s punches, many she can’t control.
That the nights as a child, spent lying awake,
wishing the world had sent some other fate…
Would grow into inspiration, to take a child in
and give them the world- a new chance to begin.
Life is not easy, but blessings must not be missed-
every chance, every encouragement, every time the soul’s kissed.
Like jewels in the rough, hidden in the darkest days,
are quiet, kind angels who will help you along the way.
They’ll give you small glimpses of how sweet it can be,
if you work hard, choose right and take the time to see
the beauty and blessings in all places- light and dark.
Seek to understand, judgements miss the mark.
And in your adolescence, the rebellion, emotions and rage,
the poor choices, screaming and feeling like being caged…
will give you the experience and the wisdom to guide
your own gorgeous kin, navigating life and their delicate, dark side.
College and four jobs, eighteen going on thirty-
will teach you how to work hard and not fear getting dirty.
You’ll be jealous of others and think it’s not fair.
But my darling, one day… you’ll reap more than your share.
Rich not in money, but in love and compassion,
your journey will be hard but driven by passion.
The world is in need of the talents you hold.
Love is the answer, not a heart that’s turned cold.
Many relationships, I’m afraid, will come and go.
And each one, holds a lesson that you will need to know.
And then you will choose to love a man twice your age,
scandal at the time, but a love that becomes a gauge.
For when your own children come into their self,
they will hold that marriage up like a treasure on a shelf.
And with their future partners, they will compare
the way they are treated, with the love that you share.
The bad break-ups and hard lessons, the mistakes and the losses-
merely sticky plaque, that building character soon flosses.
Boring you’d be, not experiencing these things,
You’d lack meaning and depth, a marionette hanging from strings.
And yet it is hard, living a life of hard knocks.
My god how it hurts, when yet another shoe drops;
But hard work pays off and rainbows follow storms.
You’ll make it into happiness and help redefine the “norms”.
And when you do, humble as it will be…
You’re job is to reach back and help others see:
That beauty and love forever exist
and the opportunity to help, should never be missed.
Pick your head up little girl, you’re stronger than you know,
Your fate lies not in cards but the way your heart grows.
Turn your pain into purpose and tears into dreams,
Now go make them happen, life’s sweeter than it now seems.
