Hail, The Lowly Hero
author’s note:
Thanks to Marie-Louise von Franz, Robert A. Johnson, Marion Woodman, and Robert Bly for showing me how those stories told my story.
HAIL, THE LOWLY HERO
Influenced by legends and fairy tales
I decided as a child
I should be a hero--
after all
I wanted the best for myself.
But where were the dragons
that needed subduing?
Where were the fair maidens
that needed rescuing?
Without bold extraordinary adventure
how could I realize my high ambition?
Then I remembered:
often in those stories
the grand opportunity of a quest
arrived unexpectedly
at the door of a peasant.
With that in mind,
I would hope and wait
and fill the time by doing
whatever chores I saw
needed to be done:
I planted seeds. I pulled weeds.
I stirred a wild stew
made from what I’d grown.
That and much more, I did
as well as I possibly could
yet felt embarrassed:
should a knight errant be doing
such low mundane work?
But even as I deflated
I could feel my hands
slowly growing strong.
And didn’t those books say:
heroes must be strong?
And as I worked and waited
was I not making peace
with that dragon I felt
coiling, uncoiling, coiling
restlessly in my heart?
And by trying to save
the better me abandoned
behind the tower wall
was I not actually
trying to save us all?
Yes, I still wait
for the grand opportunity
but now I work joyfully--
imagining myself to be
a hero learning through servitude
but just one among a multitude
growing beautifully
in unseen gardens
all over this world.
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© 2022, Michael R. Patton
Thanks to Marie-Louise von Franz, Robert A. Johnson, Marion Woodman, and Robert Bly for showing me how those stories told my story.
HAIL, THE LOWLY HERO
Influenced by legends and fairy tales
I decided as a child
I should be a hero--
after all
I wanted the best for myself.
But where were the dragons
that needed subduing?
Where were the fair maidens
that needed rescuing?
Without bold extraordinary adventure
how could I realize my high ambition?
Then I remembered:
often in those stories
the grand opportunity of a quest
arrived unexpectedly
at the door of a peasant.
With that in mind,
I would hope and wait
and fill the time by doing
whatever chores I saw
needed to be done:
I planted seeds. I pulled weeds.
I stirred a wild stew
made from what I’d grown.
That and much more, I did
as well as I possibly could
yet felt embarrassed:
should a knight errant be doing
such low mundane work?
But even as I deflated
I could feel my hands
slowly growing strong.
And didn’t those books say:
heroes must be strong?
And as I worked and waited
was I not making peace
with that dragon I felt
coiling, uncoiling, coiling
restlessly in my heart?
And by trying to save
the better me abandoned
behind the tower wall
was I not actually
trying to save us all?
Yes, I still wait
for the grand opportunity
but now I work joyfully--
imagining myself to be
a hero learning through servitude
but just one among a multitude
growing beautifully
in unseen gardens
all over this world.
myth steps blog
dream steps blog
you tube channel
© 2022, Michael R. Patton
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