Encryptic, But Not So - If You Are Only Willing To Dig To Find Treasure

I smile when I remember
some of my first interactions.
She posted on Facebook.
And I would read
what she wrote.

Many times I didn't understand
and I would just skim the words
and go on to my next thing.

Then I met her
and brought her into my home.
And she asked me once
if I had read a recent post.
And I replied that I had
and when she asked me
what I had thought,
I honestly said that I thought
it was just her, being her
and so I didn't read it

with the care needed
to gain an understanding.

But oh how upset this made
my new acquaintance.
You see, I didn't know her yet.
I knew of her.
I had read things she wrote.
I let the words cross my eyes
in the order they were written
and even paused at the period
and noticed the exclamations.
But I didn't know her as the person
of the writing.


And I dismissed so much
and didn't take what she wrote
to heart
or cared to search diligently
for the true meaning.
Neither did I care enough to ask.

How flippant we can be
with the lives of those
who we have never known.
How flippant we can be
with our own.

I  have not treasured
this precious soul
as much as I wish I should.
But when I reflect back
on the ways she spoke
and the desire of her heart
to be known,
I can treasure each word
much better now.
I like to dig further
to read between the lines
and find her heartbeat.

I've been with her.
And with anyone
you are willing
to struggle with over time,
you can get to know someone.
And truly knowing
are moments of exquisite treasure.

Encryptic, But Not So -
If You Are Only Willing
To Dig To Find Treasure.
But first you need to be willing
to know.