My Contribution, My Own Words

Thank you, Mr. Hyatt Moore, for your inspiration. Thank you for making your contribution. This excerpt from Mr. Moore's blog, Blank Slate, is a great and wonderful charge to all of us who have been hiding from our dreams in uncertainty and self-consciousness. So, taking the challenge presented, here is a piece of my contribution, my own words. I'm doing it for the one who created and sent me, my God and Father in Heaven. For Him, I will abandon myself, my world, and live unashamed and uncovered as one of his beloved children. So here (below) are some of my own words about this charge we've been given, like castaways sending off desperate little messages, carried quietly by nothing but the bottle and the faith they are secured in. Go with God.

From "Your Contribution" August 7th, 2014

"...What is it that you do, that only you can do?
Think about it.
We live not just for ourselves. Even if our work is done in a solitary way, in the end it’s for a wider world.
What is it you would do even if no one paid you for it . . . if no one asked you do to it?
In many ways it’s why we were born. Seeing our unique set of gifts as contribution gives us reason for being.
Another thing: I learned a long time ago that the one who sees a need most clearly is almost always the one to address it. Not the nebulous “they.” They will never see it. They will never do it. Not right.
Further: Making our unique contribution brings the best out in us. We abandon ourselves to whatever it is and have done with debilitating self-consciousness.
We contribute to a higher cause . . . even if for only one person. Even if for only a child.
So, here’s my challenge for you. Identify your life contribution. If that’s too big, make it just for today.
State who you’re doing it for.
Then get on with it.
The world will be better. And so will you."
- Hyatt Moore

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Songs In Bottles

Would God ever allow us to foresee

those we might be singing to,

as we cork our songs into bottles at sea

to cross centuries far and blue?

Will we ever have the pleasure of meeting

those unknown who will know us?

Hear us they might, though our hearts have ceased beating

and our throats are silenced by dust.

But what a rare treat among the living and fleeting

that an era might find us together,

that a blind vessel might find a shore for keeping

through a short passage dotted in forever.

Would time ever find you imagining,

dear cast away beneath the stars,

that the love in your heart-sized melody

might ever travel so near or so far?