Asleep they rest.
Their directions unsure. One with roads to glory. Another finding meaning in all the rubble. Returning to some semblance to normalcy. Dancing, loving, and hoping for a better Better. Perhaps its a delusion to think this. Shattered betrayal--I can see future mechanization of why. Still young they are made of stuff. Sterner I hope.
Guess, it is what we are tasked. Protect from ghouls and goblins as best we can. To shape, to mold, to give them strength with theirs are waning. To teach them a better tomorrow is possible.
I pray they can dream a better tomorrow. I hope that the dream catchers overhead will protect them as they have guarded me. Won't say I need them because Angels guard me. Still it helps knowing they are there. Maybe its what our calling is.
To filter and guard some of the not so nice things. To halt the realities out there and collect their dreams. To nourish what is right and just. To feed the wolf of Hope of Strength.
Not an easy task, but methinks they have the sterner stuff.
I see it in the other younglings here. Strength of character. Sometimes annoying but independent nonetheless. Able to make their own decisions but learning choices have consequences. Still maintain the courage to stand on his and her own. to be up on the beam alone. Climbing the wall by oneself. Having the courage to stand against tanks.
Still learning that though alone one can go faster, but accepting one goes farther together. Where we celebrate together, we mourn together. Tragedies are softened, victories are sweetened. Why? Because we are Together.
All of us Fall. Some because of our own frailties. Our Own limited view. Our Own Everything. At times we fall not of our own volition, but for some random reason in the Tangled Skein. Still, we all come from different strengths and weaknesses. Buttressing others and providing a wider view--who under fire-- under stress--under an invisible burden. We provide the vision. We offer the lessons of hard earned experience. We share knowing alone is at times is lonely.
We add to their collective experience to provide this one, the strength of Atlas.
We give them wings for their dreams. We provide the blanket for their warmth. A pillow to regain strength. A Home where. . .A Home where. . .We Provide them a Place to call Home.
