In Greek mythology Sisyphus was a king of Ephyra (now known as Corinth) punished for chronic deceitfulness by being compelled to roll an immense boulder up a hill, only to watch it roll back down, and to repeat this action forever.
Some days I am Sisyphus and groan as I roll my rock
Gasp, as it is let go and rolls on back down.
Other days I am light as a feather and feel a breeze
could blow me along with my smile shining out,
My heart springing and shouting at the warmth and LIGHT.
Today the sun shone and I talked with a neighbour
Her auburn hair split into all shades of vibrant light,
The rays warmed us and made her a halo and we stood for a while
each knowing this to be a brief reprieve from the icy unseasonal
Blasts and single digit temperatures of post Easter hang on Winter.
A wise woman once told me when I was only 15 years old
“You will never be a Beau Ideal man but you can be a personage,
Someone others will remember if you chose to always reject fear.
Always be happy that you are you. Be the best you you can,
Happiness can be yours” And she was, in the main, Right.
Somehow, by natures process we were each created, individual, unique.
How we respond to that is our choice, with the bad sourness of Sisyphus,
or the Grace of a gazelle, even if stiff and lame we can choose the gazelle.
Or the Blackbird, a lot of what we feel is chosen, or self inflicted, depending
on how we make up our decision, to be the warm and happy personage or the Man of Sorrows.
However large or small our space, how glorious it is to decide to shine
and share joys and laughter or be the repository of pain and despair.
‘Our eye’s on the hills’, well maybe, but our help is much closer than that.
Our help is inside us from our conception to our departure,
We always have access to it, no charge, only a desire to be helped.
A desire to be a person of joy.
Copyright 2013 Edmund Preston