Sometimes Life has a way of gaining your trust.
He sticks out his hand and you grab it
You skip together through fields of wildflowers
as you feel the warm sun on your face.
This is perfect.
This is exactly the way you dreamed this story
would play out.
Life encourages you to relax.
He tells you to lie down and look up
at the stars.
“They shine for you.” he says.
You believe him. And for the first time in a long time,
you don’t fear the dark
Maybe the worst is over.
Those nightmares you endured
are a thing of the past.
“Let’s dream again.” You whisper to your heart.
Life greets you in the morning with your favorite song.
It’s the melody that the birds somehow just knew
when they were born.
This is perfect.
This is exactly the morning you dreamed of
when you endured those nights of mourning.
“Joy will come.” Life promised.
And here it was.
Although it was sweeter then you imagined.
Once again Life sticks out his hand and
you grab it without hesitation.
You stroll through cobblestones streets
and quiet alleys
All is well until
Life let you down
Once more you find yourself struck by a blow
you never saw coming
Yet here you are
Why would Life bring you here?
You didn’t ask for this
And now you are faced with a choice:
Do you stumble away bitter?
Do you pull away and disconnect?
Do you block Life’s number?
Do you draw the shades, lock the door
and quit responding altogether?
Do you allow the wind that was knocked out of you
to return to your lungs?
Do you humbly sit cross legged in the midst of the ruins
and let the tears fall?
Do you whisper to you heart “stay soft”?
Do you bravely push past the lump in your throat
to ask questions?
Perhaps its time.
Time to reach into your pocket,
pull out a tattered piece of paper
Say “Alright Life. What are you trying to teach me?”
Scream up to the heavens and ask God
“Is there any good that can from of this?”
You’ll find that while Life stutters around trying to
God steps in and starts creating.
He’s specializes in this.
He’s an expert at making beauty
out of mess
You hand Him your ashes and
hear His promise
“I can make something good
out of this.”
You believe Him. And for the first time in a long time
you don’t fear the dark.
“Let’s dream again.”
You whisper to your heart.