The Cinderella story came to me via a coloring book, before I could read--or for that matter, even color between the lines.
It may have been the Disney version. In any case, that Cinderella told me much about the value of humility.
Long ago, I was told
that the woman in the cinders
up to the moment
of her deliverance.
wouldn't someone so beautiful
not only accept her lot
but actually find pleasure
in sweeping the walk--?--
tending to their fractures
she'd give those pure stones
She'd learn to tolerate her sisters
--their obstreperous, obstructionist ways--
through endurance, she'd rise above--
and so, be able to look down upon them
with love instead of frustration.
Thus, she ran from the palace--
even as her royal servant
begged her back--
truthfully telling her
she'd earned the gold--
that the horses
only masqueraded as mice--
nonetheless, she didn't want release
from a life that had provided
so many blessings.
But Change rejects the pleading
of the strong--
And so, ever humble
and thereafter, walked in shoes
that revealed who she truly was.
© 2011, Michael R. Patton