This World; An Ode to JSG by R.D.

The following is a poem that was written for me by a very dear loved one. It is quite possibly the most beautiful gift I have ever received. This World, by R.D.

While you were sleeping... 

That world you knew before, the one you courageously endured and too enjoyed, even while the willows were weeping... 

That world who came to create, long before a Sunday school lesson, or an elementary school teaching.

That world you set your gaze upon to expound on all of it's beauty, and humbly graced you with a presence, alone truly... 

That world who had overcome the unruly, and did shine with the brightness of a thousand suns; Even unto me.

That world...

Yes, that same world... 

That world who made the calm waters ripple ever so gently. Who had forced the rough seas to subside, as well as the falcon to fly without effort, and yet still so swiftly... 

A complicated design they presented so simply...

That world was, is, and will always be, their own grand symphony. 

That world... 

That world where the lighting from above struck down with such tremendous power, and every spark of fire reached out with the intent to devour... 

That world who had told the tall trees tower, and time itself to pass by the second, minute, and hour. 

Yes, that world.

Yet still, while you were sleeping…

A flower began to bloom. And as you reached up to place the moon, you then understood that This world was never a tomb; 

This world was a pristine canvas you'd fill with all of your essence very soon... 

Because, That world was also yours to consume... 

But you hesitated to place your hands upon it, and bring forth every delicate fragrance and aroma, like that of a rare and majestic perfume. Only because you were sleeping, we were left to assume.

Left to assume that This world... 

This world you made resonate with a boundless and overflowing flood of love and passion... 

That same world we were left to assume you had ignorantly abandoned... 

That same world where in every occasion, whether good or bad; they had planned it. 

Where the midnight skies did open up gloriously, but they’d also expand it... And carefully place every single star in it until they were empty handed. 

That world... Sadly, had now nearly vanished.

While you were sleeping…

The creatures of the night moved about in darkness. While quietly, the very nature within you also departed... 

That world cried out for you feverishly, but you failed to acknowledge her, and even became a bit heartless. 

You naively betrayed every solemn blade of grass fleeced in dew, every grain of sand, even the fruitfulness of the land... 

And all of this was because of you.

Because…

While you were sleeping... 

You became restless, and the earth quaked in search of your greatness. The storm clouds gathered and rumbled violently, as you became more faithless... 

That world, your world; had now become faceless... 

And…

While you were sleeping... 

The new day tried vigorously to arrive, but it needed your patience... And yet that same world you manifested, would still remain gracious.

That world...

That world had now begun to comfort you. Compassionately reassuring you of all of the amazing things you were set to do, and of all you had already done...

Not only just for her, but for even the rising of the sun.

The pure warm light they allowed to pierce through the horizon's tree-line at dawn, was the same light within you, which had always made you strong.

And then…

The birds softly began to sing...

And the clouds began to part...

This world had finally given you a new start... 

She only required one thing of you at that point... That you continue to create. And as you add paint upon her canvas, to truthfully express your heart... and in turn, This world, because of her; is now a precious piece of art. 

This world.

R.D