To Crave Misconceptions Poem by Libby Bechtel

After long a wait
And slowly slipping towards the light,
We arrive full of eager expectations
Our palms open,
Trying to embrace the sky
Relying upon our crave to be given what we think we want
When truthfully no one knows what they want

After enduring the light for awhile
We gaze at our palms & notice their emptiness
This precise moment separates the weak & the strong
The weak, feeling cheated by effort, close their palms & turn to the darkness
The strong appreciate the empty palms, embracing the light, now knowing what they truly desire;
To never leave this light or set a standard of expectancy
Wouldn't you rather earn your gifts
Than to be handed your gifts all at once?

The wait is worthwhile
The light can be yours
Arrive with open palms
Empty

by Libby Bechtel (2/28/11) ©