Overlooking all those below, all those people going about their everyday lives, slowly becoming smaller, less, more hidden as the days go by. I begin to realize how oblivious we all are in regards to what each and everyone of us is doing, being, thinking, and becoming on a daily basis.
Here up high in my ivory palace, it dawns on me as the sun sets, the sun rises, another news article posted, another day gone by, that who we are is definitely not correlated to where we are, and where we are, shouldn’t make up what we can do. And most definitely, what we should do, and who we will come to be, is another conversation altogether.
Here up in my ivory palace I realize although independent and able to go on all alone, this is not helpful, this is not beneficial, this is not all that can be. Here I become something bigger, something greater. Here I look across a room, and realize that there are others that I am connected to, others that influence me, others that need help no matter what that help may look like.
Up here in my ivory palace I reach down, and help pull up those that could not see before, and while reaching down, it begins to open my eyes all the same.
Lend a hand, lend a heart, lend anything that you dare. Because although up here in your ivory palace, you might be safe, it might be bright, it might be just right for you, there are those down there, right across from you, right in front of you, behind you, and next door, that might need all that you can offer, all that you have to give.
No matter if you are up high, in your so called ivory palace or not, open your eyes, be the hand that needs holding, the words that can comfort, and the ears that can listen. Sometimes it is but the smallest things that lift you up, lifts someone else up, shows you who you are capable of being, and helps someone nonetheless along the way….
