This is probably my favorite poem in the whole world. It is how I try to live my life. I care not if people think I am right or crazy. What I work on changes. It used to be cocker spaniel dogs that needed to be rescued.
Now it is wounded soliders who need a quilt to remind them they are appreciated from their fellow countrymen. It is a quilt for a person dying in a Hospice and the family that surrounds them on their final journey out of this fallen world.
The quilt in the picture is my latest for Hospice. I was given the panels from a dear internet quilting friend. I knew it would be just perfect for a man.
THE STARFISH POEM
Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing.
He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day he was walking along the shore.
As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer.
He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day.
So he began to walk faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't dancing,
but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something
and very gently throwing it into the ocean.
As he got closer he called out, "Good morning! What are you doing?"
The young man paused, looked up and replied,
"Throwing starfish in the ocean."
"I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?"
"The sun is up and the tide is going out. And if I don't throw them in they'll die."
"But, young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it.
You can't possibly make a difference!" The young man listened politely.
Then bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea,
past the breaking waves and said- "It made a difference for that one."
The quilt in the picture is my latest for Hospice. I was given the panels from a dear internet quilting friend. I knew it would be just perfect for a man.
THE STARFISH POEM
Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing.
He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day he was walking along the shore.
As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer.
He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day.
So he began to walk faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't dancing,
but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something
and very gently throwing it into the ocean.
As he got closer he called out, "Good morning! What are you doing?"
The young man paused, looked up and replied,
"Throwing starfish in the ocean."
"I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?"
"The sun is up and the tide is going out. And if I don't throw them in they'll die."
"But, young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it.
You can't possibly make a difference!" The young man listened politely.
Then bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea,
past the breaking waves and said- "It made a difference for that one."
1 comment:
Would love to hear more about the dog rescue. Did you take them out of puppy mills? Write a whole blog of that someday.
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