Carving my heart out of splinters
By John Hulme
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"The most beautiful thing I saw from here was a place I spent the worst part of my life coming home from..."
These pieces were written at a time when the world felt harsh and cold. Sometimes, those are the times the river bursts free, and w
John Hulme
John Hulme is a retired Professor, now living and writing in Florida. He was educated in England - a long time ago - and arrived on the shores of New York carrying a single suitcase and lots of ideas. He has written several hardcover science books and was an early user of the fledgling internet as a teaching tool. Before retirement he wrote a set of fictional science stories about Gregor Mendel - the person who discovered genetics, which he is now converting into ebooks. Since retirement he has started on a long-cherished writing project of historical fiction - which you may be seeing soon.
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Carving my heart out of splinters - John Hulme
The Treasure on Fingertips
I saw a miracle,
shining out through tired eyes
and a smile
that could still discover distant stars…
even in me.
I saw a miracle,
spellbound by her fragile,
fearful magic
into a world
whose borders crumbled in a chair…
lighting my Universe with smiles.
Every now and then,
she’d squeeze my fingers,
just to remind me
that holding my hand
would always be the fastest way to freedom.
I watched waves
and stars
and thunderclouds
roll in
across her shoreline…
and I’ve seen such sunsets in her wake…
but the sky still searches for her fingertips.
The One Thing
Like fragile crystal,
already shattered
and held together with wobbly glue –
shot through
with a kind of shy lightning.
A
very scary,
vulnerable place to be.
I have had about a gazillion people explain to me,
quite knowingly,
where this scared thing comes from
and what it means.
But it’s actually something else.
Funny,
when the thing that might just have to curl up and die any moment –
and take you with it –
is the one thing you’re really living for.
Beachcombed and Beyond
I’ve always loved it,
watching the tide -
always my rolling, go-to place.
Then all of a sudden,
it all fell away,
far beyond windows that looked onto walls...
doorways with guards on,
disclaimers to sign...
pieces of something I don’t want to die in,
kicking me
right where I live.
But just with a moment,
a whisper,
a clasp...
you find me again, pull me back in.
The movement...
the texture...
the churn,
so restless, like my own...
so vast
and rippled,
deep
and free...
a touch,
soft enough to rest in…
to dive into a breeze and soak my dreams in…
a space,
vast enough to float my soul in...
wild enough to weave my words in...
a rhythm to set my sea-lit heart by...
a combination,
torchlit through dark
and endless blue...
nature’s clockwork,
melting into stories on my tongue...
teasing my passions to speak again.
The fence at the edge of my world will never hold me,
as long as there is a tide.
And what of yours?
Where do your breakers roll in?
Where do you find you?
The real you
that sits in the core of you
and rebuilds itself when anyone wants a piece of you…
If you’re in an alley full of dross and there’s no way out,
can you find it there?
If you’re sitting in an office being talked down to,
can you find it there?
If you’re waiting in a blank, little room,
curled up and broken in a blank, little chair
while they prod you with answers and strategies...
staring at someone who just doesn’t see,
but who
still tries to tell you what not to be…
If the walls are collapsing around your heart,
can you find the part of your heart that doesn’t need walls -
the part that builds bridges in sad, sacred places,
and raises cathedrals
to which your heart alone has the skeleton key?
It’s a scary thing to hold in your soul…
scary
and lonely
and painfully free -
rolling ashore on the gallop of waves.
But you know they can’t shoot it.
You know they can’t jail it.
They can’t simply steal it and lock it away.
Whoever they
might be...
whatever they might say...
however