Know there is a stranger in a foreign country who wants to love you for no reason;
there is a sapling that would like your company;
and there is a rock that has always known you.
The earth has been hugging you to it,
and gently turning so you may know dawn and dusk;
and there is a star that sent its message for you tonight
millions of years ago.
There is a small mammal that would like your comfort,
and a large one that is genuinely interested in you.
Even you who are in prison,
or are being ruthlessly tortured;
you who have lived a timid life,
or have turned against your gifts;
you who let your true love get away,
or who feel cursed;
you who have betrayed loved ones,
committed or been victim of heinous acts:
You don’t have to be strong;
you don’t have to be grateful;
you can be bitter.
Still, there is a rabbit with a fist;
a stone circle with a secret;
someone who believes in unicorns.
There is a ghost town with the cross of a long-passed individual who would have adored you.
There is an artisan devoted to crafting clay ducks
who would like you to have one,
and a seagull that would like to play with you.
Someone somewhere is composing just the music you need to hear.
There is a tree branch just so, for you to sit comfortably upon;
a plant that awaits your deep remembrance that it has the right medicine for you;
and another that wants to feel your touch.
There is a lion that is shy,
and a mouse that is brazen.
Even if you are as lonesome as the very last member of a dying species,
there are sea tortoises that know your birth song,
otters that know your secret name,
and an undiscovered fish fossil that is your ancestor, and longed for your birth.
I came across a coiled snake once on a back country road.
It must have just been run over.
I sat with it, crushed, while its life drained away.
It lives with me still.
Originally produced by Molly Hunt for Palabras's official Website.