We become the observer,
Rather than a participator,
People have a place in the world,
Meant to help us evolve and transform.
As our volunteer for the day,
We can release any dismay.
Times we want to yell in frustration,
As they tease, attack and leave us drained.
But when we observe,
Something new takes place.
Are not so much a threat,
Instead, we can thank them and
Put our anger to rest.
Takes practice to recognize the need,
For a volunteer to bring us
An experience of good deed.
May huff and puff along the way,
Wishing to keep the person at bay.
They seem to be present longer
Thank we would like.
The great thing about volunteers,
Is they don’t have a sharp bite.
To learn the lesson at hand,
Take a step back and you’ll understand.
Is something within needing to change,
A thought, a belief or some game plan.
We cannot move forward doing the same thing.
Therefore, a volunteer steps in to
Give us a slight sting.
Can ask “why?” to start the trail for answers,
Each nugget you get will bring you closer.
At some point along the way,
An “ah, ha” will jump out pointing the way.
You know one of life’s riddles,
A volunteer is like a string on a fiddle.
You play the instrument, to hear the
Deep in the heart has the message spoke.