Friday Poem Day
On this lovely Friday afternoon, I bring to you a poem related to our current season, "The Dream"
This poem is about digging deeper. Don't settle for what you see on the outside, go deeper.

Dig
They say if you pick up a shovel
You’ll find a hole.
It’ll just appear out of thin air as a whole.
They say if you pick up a shovel
You can find great treasures
Buried deep in the earth for different measures.
What one seeks is what the reason they hold such a tool.
Some choose release by digging six feet
Some choose hope by digging one heart deep
Some choose fame by digging twelve pockets steep
Some choose freedom by digging one soul deep.
If I picked up a shovel where would I go first?
Would I seek the treasures of this earth?
Or would I dig a well so my soul no longer thirst?
Where would I strike ground?
If I hit one wrong patch there’s no guarantee I’ll make it back.
The odds of success are especially stacked
Against people who dig deep inside of themselves
Because in that hole guess what you find?
Pain
Trauma
Darkness
Loss
And through all of that
A flicker of light.
With the shovel in hand, you’d wonder why
Or where that light came from.
How could you remember it being there
When you’ve been digging blindly
Through your life’s different time scenes.
If you dig a little deeper past the dark
There will be an archive of treasures
Only you can possess.
Your lessons
Your potential
Your gifts
Your talents
Your opportunity
Your faith
And most importantly…you.
With these things is it necessary to dig
On the outside,
Trying to break thick crust?
I think not.
At the hill of your “inner self”
The crust is but a thin film of glass
That if we took our shovel of restoration
And poked it,
We’d see just how deep we can get
And realize that we are all different breeds, and in that hole
We can plant the seed of something greater.
Pick up the shovel because there’s a hole in each and every one of us to examine.
Dig.