There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life. more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth, From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree,and it does not rest until it has found one. Then singing, among the savage branches, it pales itself upon the sharpest spine. And dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the larkand the nightingale. One superlative song,existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. for the best is only bought at the cost of great pain....Or so says the legend.This resonates deeply within me because being an RHO negativeMother every Gyno MD advised termination of my unborn a malicious prejudice even called me hybrid race! the medical database is WRONG I SAVED three of my children they were born they live the loves of my life
Its true with me too the best is only acquired at the price of great pain and sacrifice If lucky and awake our heart and own intuition will know to aim for the best Thanks for your time dear poets. The legend piece is anonymous but it came to me and I accepted it as my very own.