Reading Time: 2 minutes Saturday Poem   The Search for Greatness   She longed for it as she longed for the next breath. That Greatness. But when she attempted to walk towards it, she felt like a little girl inside mama’s big high heels. Yet, how alive she felt as she gave each wobbly step!   Yes, she was scared. She often thought “I must be crazy!” After all, must people around her thought that she had lost her mind reaching so high. What if they were right?   She carried a huge, heavy bag of doubts. It had was torn at the bottom, so that at every turn, on every big move a stream of doubts escaped and threatened to drown her.   They muffled her voice. They made her slip and fall. They pushed her into dark places.   At these times she had to stop and mend the seams of her bag, hunt down the scattered doubts and dump them back into the bag. The labor was grueling. It slowed her down. It made her wonder if she would ever get [Read more.]