Sand And Stone

Since I will be busy all weekend writing other things, and since this is all too fitting for my present circumstances, here is a wonderful poem that I did not write:

Sand and Stone

TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING
THROUGH THE DESERT
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE

THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE

THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH

THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE! AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.

AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:

“TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE”

THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, “AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?”

THE FRIEND REPLIED
“WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES
SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND
CAN EVER ERASE IT”

LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS IN STONE.

THEY SAY IT TAKES A
MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL
PERSON, AN HOUR TO
APPRECIATE THEM, A DAY
TO LOVE THEM, BUT THEN
AN ENTIRE LIFE
TO FORGET THEM

About Meleah

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12 Responses to Sand And Stone

  1. paisley says:

    that saying is so true… sand has a way of creeping into crevices tho,, and not being found again till later,,, i have to try to wash all of that errant sand away once and for all……

  2. Meleah says:

    And how?

  3. Oh how deliciously pertinent…

    You deserve to be carved in stone, darling girl…
    I hope the wind carries your hurt away..

    xox

  4. AMEN!
    (Having said that, I’ll probably slap you back if you ever slap me! HA!)

  5. THE BEST FRIEND says:

    he’ll be back.
    if he loved you like i love you
    or the way anyone who loves you for that matter…
    then your all he thinks about.

    he cant stop thinking about you.
    he’s reading this right now.
    and ashamed at the reality of it all.

    he’ll be back.
    a part of him is probably missing…
    you’ll see.

    cause thats how amazing you are.
    and thats how much of an impact
    you have on all the people in your life.
    if you were to vanish one day.
    we;d all beg for one last conversation or email or call…
    he’ll back.
    i know it.

  6. The best friend says:

    oh yeah and –
    dont go to the beach with people who cant swim.

  7. Jeremy says:

    Is this poem for you, or for your friend? Should you be writing in the sand, or should they? Did you ever find out the cause of all of this drama, or are you assuming it was something you did?

    Did they move to the moon? Did they tell you they do not wish to see you or speak to you again, and sound like they meant it? Did they die? This friendship may not be beyond salvaging if that is what you want. Just be willing to give it some time and stop pushing so hard.

    You seem to be sweet, kind, giving and loving, with a hard, sharp, and brittle shell. You want to love and be loved, but only on your terms, because you’ve been deeply hurt more than once. I read your first chapter (its good), and it’s pretty easy to put the pieces together about Cascade. But you keep trying. The fact that you work so hard to spend time with your son speaks volumes. Most parents (with less dramatic backgrounds) can’t be bothered.

    But you keep trying. You are Stubborn! Good, that gives you the strength to keep fighting for what you want and need. 🙂

    You describe yourself repeatedly as terribly impatient, selfish, and needy. Slow down and wait for a change. Give it a little bit of time, a few weeks at least, and then, if you still feel like it, call and invite them to meet you for coffee and talk. At that point if they still don’t want to talk, or if they tell you to go away and never come back, then, and only then, you can wallow in self-pity. Anything sooner is just grandstanding. 🙂

    We, all of us, need every friend that we can make. As we get older, and more set in our ways, we make friendships less easily. We become less flexible, more brittle, pricklier, and more judgmental. Oh, and much, much, more wary.

    Good luck with your friend.

    Oh, BTW, stop calling yourself a whore. It caught my eye; you’ve done it more than once. You deserve more respect than that. Give it to yourself. 😛

  8. Rolando says:

    Sounds like his name should be written in the sand, then you could stamp it out with a stone. You’d feel better. j/k

    He’s a fool to not be a friend. But, that’s just me 🙂

  9. Selma says:

    That is a beautiful poem. Good luck with your writing this weekend.

  10. Random Magus says:

    I checked out your other site – I remember I had once before – before we got to know each other and lo and behold I saw my comment there. Can’t wait for your book to progress – the 1st chapter kicks ass!

  11. me.olly says:

    That is a lovely poem.
    SNAP OUT OF IT NOW SWEETY.
    STRIFE HAS NO PLACE IN LIFE!!!
    GET OVER IT.
    I LOVE YOU .
    NO MORE WA WA WA.(well for today at least please and thanx)LOL
    LOOK AT YOUR FRIGGEN FEET AND TAKE IT FROM THERE.
    TRY TO MAKE A FRIGGEN GATTITUDE SUMMARY BEFORE YOU FACE YOUR DAY AGAIN AND PERHAPS IT MAY RELIEVE YOU OF SOME OF YOUR HOLD-ON -TO’S FOR LITTLE WHILE LONGER CAUSE I CAN ATTITUDE. PLEASE.
    STOP WORRYING ABOUT WHAT TO WEAR AT YOUR SON’S WEDDING.
    XOXOXO

  12. Michael C says:

    Wow, that really does have some meaning, doesn’t it?
    Be strong and most importantly, BE YOU!!!
    😀

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