Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Singing world- One Syllable

If you asked your best friend, a friend you had known and loved for all of your days, if they had ever seen the world and not just glimpsed at it, they would give you a look of doubt and say, “What do you mean? The world is what it is. What else is there to see about it?”

Should your life be a thing like mine, you would stare straight back at them, your thoughts a mess of your own self doubts. To me, the world is a place that most can’t see; or at least, not the way that I do. It has been that was since I was young. Most could claim I still am young now, but when you look at the ground from the sky, you find that age is a lot less than you would have once claimed it was.

Of course, I don’t mean to speak as if I am more wise than my years call for. There is nothing rare about me; I am just a girl. But I am a girl who can feel that her world is one that sings, and it sings to each one of us from new places. Some of us can’t hear it, and most of us can’t dream of the sight our songs could be born from, but it is there. It is masked in every gap and void of our lives.

I can’t help what God has put in front of me when my are eyes open. I don’t know if I’m right or if this is all in my head, and from time to time I sit back and think about it, as my blue skies fade to cool gray and chilled black. But each time, I see that even if I could, I would not change a thing. God has made the best world of all. I would never want to change it, the world always shows Him in every song that I can hear. I can wake up each day knowing my world will dance with the song only some hear, and only some can see, and it will go on for as long as God does, till the end of all.

1 comment:

  1. I loved this post So much. Especially this:

    "Most could claim I still am young now, but when you look at the ground from the sky, you find that age is a lot less than you would have once claimed it was."

    - Brilliant.

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