My scarf
Praying to the rhythm of life
My scarf
The other morning rummage in the drawers of my dresser.
Among the thousand useless things I've found my scarf, poor faded rags.
I had totally forgotten and left too much alone.
I would gladly have immediately closed the drawer and I ran away.
Instead I changed my mind.
My scarf, striped blue and red,
have you disturbed my day;
have hindered my life;
six reappeared to question everything.
I closed the back burner of my consciousness the past scout
because I was too afraid of jumping;
because I'm afraid to say yes, yes it requires other means;
because I'm afraid to leave my egoism and open hands to generosity.
My scarf, you have been the standard that has guided my growth.
You were beautiful and bright, the day of promise and I wore with great pride.
You were my 'consciousness' and I have taught that the Law of the scouts should not be seen only when you work, but every moment of life.
You were there, almost like an 'apron', when I was doing service to the soup kitchen.
You were always there, like 'courageous witness' when I crossed the city with the bus and people teased me.
You were like a 'ring' with woven scarves to remind the group that the Community is made up of many brothers.
Today I found an old friend. I have recalled our past.
Our road together was luminous.
You're right. I want to share with you around the neck,
to say yes, the yes's renewed my promise;
to choose generosity;
to give without thinking of me;
to serve.
Thank you, my scarf, I've restored my desire to get involved!
Father of Stephen ' Abbey Sant'Antimo
