Friday, February 27, 2015

A Brick

Around and around in my head keeps floating the sentence:

It is just a brick, one single brick.

I want to say it to the student who is punching the desk yelling, "I don't know!"
I want to say it to my friend when her face lights up.
I want to say it to the girl whose eyes are starting to get that far away look as she slips into her cluttered mind.
I want to say it to my daughter when she feels afraid.
I want to say it to my husband when we look at each other as we say goodnight.
I want to say it to a co-worker who doesn't know what to do.
I want to say it to my son when he is contentedly staring at the stars.
I want to say it to my Mom when her words expressing her sorrow get caught in her throat.


I want to say it when the sun begins to rise earlier in the morning.
I want to say it when my approach was the right one.
I want to say it when nothing else can be said.
I want to say it when my brothers are laughing.
I want to say it when my Dad walks into a dream.
I want to say it when my head is hitting the wall.
I want to say it when my kitchen is filled with people.
I want to say it when the sun sets and knows it has put on a show.

It is just one brick.
One single brick in the life we are building.
Our house is never finished.
Every brick matters.
It saves a place for what is next.
It is the future's foundation.
It is just one brick
and soon another one will come.
This brick will be placed,
and a new one will come.

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