A Living Is So Big story
The Wounded Refuge... By John Dambold
"How did the wound occur?"
Silence hung threatening to steal the oxygen...
Risking rejection...
"How did the wound occur?"
Still the silence hung. Finally the Old Oak sighed...
"A storm"...
Excitedly the next question came...
"Really, share the story, did it hurt, what did..."
Slowly the Old Oak peered down at his visitor...
"My friend" he stated "it is just a story and I am not that story... I am a story of Love and Grace... See here... This life was born out of the wound but I am not the wound, but without the wound, I would not have this story of Love and Grace..."
After thinking about the Ancient One's words, the visitor said...
"Yes, but the pain, the pressure of the storm... others must know... you could be great... I mean you could give hope..."
The Old Oak gently interrupted the visitor...
"Yes, there was pain and pressure, but it is just a story...
I will tell you what I have learned...
I thank the storm...
I respect the storm...
I love the storm...
For the storm gave me the oppurtunity to learn how to surrender and how to adapt... In that I have learned how to serve in ways I did not even know were possible. I may look broken and deformed... but I have become a greater refuge than
I even thought was possible..."
silence hung in the air as a prayer
The visitor rested in the hollow of the broken oak, giving thanks for the Storm that had provided his refuge...
Story: The Wounded Refuge
Author: John Dambold
Email: damboldstudios@gmail.com
— with love, chris