Tell your story. (You are the only one who can.)

Maori Chief telling the story of his people at Mitai Maori Village

Telling Stories

Can you feel the mindfulness of the dead—

the heavy silence of their intent,

the solemn thoughtfulness of their waiting?

They want the stories of our lives.

They want to know if their lives

led to something with purpose,

with love. 

Your turn to listen will come,

but today, lift your gaze to the night sky,

to a tree, to a friend.

Say,

“Let me tell you my story.” 

The universe and all history—

the quiet ones hiding in the curves of a double helix—

find their rightful places between your heartbeats.

They hear every word.
                                     Rhonda Palmer