TBT: A Dream
Surrounded by tall grass
swaying in the breeze,
feeling at peace,
not a trace of unease.
No worries or cares
at this moment in time,
lying on the ground
in the sunshine.
You hear a sweet sound
caressing your ears,
the likes of which you’ve never heard
in all of your years.
It floats on the breeze,
swirls in the air,
it is so lovely,
so extraordinarily rare.
You jump up,
you look all around.
You run toward
that sweet, sweet sound.
You find yourself
in a forest green,
so very fresh,
so very clean.
The sound is gone,
it just went away.
You are so tired,
you start to sway.
You begin to cry,
it is such a loss.
Your tears gently fall
into the soft moss.
When your river of tears ends,
you realize the sound may depart,
but the memory of its beauty
will always be in your heart.
Background:
These throwback Thursday poems are in order of how they are entered in my little leather journal, and, based on the date, this one was written around the same time as the first two, sometime in early or mid-middle school.
I think there is a freedom in this poem that I have never fully felt in daily life - I have been a cautious person as far back as I can remember, so the idea of being able to lay in the grass without having fear ready at my right hand, keeping me aware of my surroundings, seems like a dream in itself.
There have been many times in life when I felt frustrated by being smaller/average-sized or female or noodle-armed, but really, that frustration needs to be properly placed - not with those aspects of my being, but with the fallenness of a world where those qualities are used as a means to take advantage of people. (Though, granted, I could and should do something about the noodle-arms. It’s just practical!)
Thanks be to God that He does not take advantage of those smaller or weaker than He is but instead uses His strength to defend them and bestows on them beautiful moments like young Jess wrote about in this poem, moments of wonder worth treasuring.
Wishing you goodness without end,
Jess