This week Patricia has challenged us to write a piece from the following quote
“All have their frailties and whoever looks for a friend
without imperfections will never find what he seeks.”
Cyrus the Great
My story is below but you can find how Patricia’s other contributors met the challenge by going to
click on the little blue froggy.
by JE Lillie
We aren’t as young as we used to be. Her mother and father are gone seventeen and fifteen years now. My own folks were left behind in their graves in Poland so long ago their existence is like a dream. But as it is with most good dreams I still miss them.
Papa used to tell me, “Pavel you can do anything you set your mind to, you and God together.”
How I wish that were so. Like most good lies that one has bits of truth scattered inside it. Like Rosemary baked into bread there’s just enough of the stuff to create a taste, a longing. But it always leaves you wanting more and never quite able to find it.
Her mother and father always said I was not good for her. Maybe it’s so. After so many years neither of us have been able to be all for the other one. Her life before showed her great things and she has never quite been able to come down to the humility of who I am. Still that part of her always pushed me to be better. Until now.
I am so tired. I think the fight is almost gone out of me. I find myself wishing I had more strength for her sake. But this might be one of those things that God and I cannot do together even if I set my mind to it. I suppose it’s not because He couldn’t give me the strength but I think He might have something else in mind. I am finding it’s not just what I set my mind to that’s important here.
I wish I could go back to that day I first met her. She was on that swing. The air was full of the scent of roses and willow. The world was light and I didn’t know the lie for what it was. I am going to miss this life because of what I found in her.