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The Bud

I’m a mere bud on a large expansive tree.

A tree that was supposed to love and nurture me.

A huge gust of wind a friend of the tree sneaks up and detaches me.

I tumble and fall landing in a cliff edge, I’m scared and alone.

No one to look after me here.

A large stone calls out, “Don’t worry wee bud, I’ll be your friend, I’ll be your rock, I’ll anchor you here.

You will grow strong and sprout your own roots.

As you mature, you will progress, you’ll stop blaming yourself and search for the truth.

Blame the wind that tore you away and brought you here.

You were too tiny and weak to hang on.   The wind and the tree took advantage of that.

he nasty wind is long gone and the tree is now dead so rise up, grow tall and strong my friend.    Don’t be afraid I am your rock, my name is MSSAT and I’ll never leave you alone here on this cliff edge.   I am your friend.”

Darren Pine

MSSAT CHRISTCHURCH NZ

Blue Sky’s 31/7/11

 

 

 

 

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