The Post

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

This short story is based on reflections from a real event.

The Post

This week I stained all the wood on my porch. The project took me almost a week. The very last thing I had to do was to address one of our porch posts. There are 6 posts on our porch. They are made of cedar logs that my husband lovingly cut and shaved and sanded to be smooth 10 years ago. They all looked the same, weathered and smooth with some small holes from bugs, except for one post. This post has always been a problem post. The post just did not finish out correctly. The bark did not get completely removed, allowing bugs to get underneath. The bark kept peeling away, the post always looked raggedy. We thought we needed to get rid of this post as it just did not look right. As I prepared to stain the posts to bring them back to their glory, we decided to give this post another chance. We took the shucking knife and removed the outer layer of bark that was still on the post. What lay beneath the rough and tattered exterior was a thing of art and beauty. The bugs had created a beautiful design in the wood, intricate and complex, making this tattered and soon to be discarded post a thing of original art. The beauty of the post could not have come about if the post had undergone the “normal” life that the rest of the posts had been through. The removing of the rough exterior allowed the problem to be in the light and the real beauty of the post to shine through. What once was a problem was now a unique and amazing creation. How many of us are like this post? We did not grow up “normally”. We have had a rough exterior which barely covered the things underneath that did not allow us to be healthy. As we grow, and age, and learn, and heal the bark gets removed, the bugs die, and what is left is a remarkable being that is scarred and also one of a kind, someone who would not be who they were but for the bugs that ate away at us until we removed the bark, exposed the bugs to the light, and shone for the beautiful beings we are. Much love to my fellow posts out there.


Submitted: October 20, 2020

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