I swirl into hew heights unable to be reached in conventional ways, as the tones free me from the earth-boundness that reaches as so many hands to restrain me. I ascend and fall, learning that the depths are not the abyss I once thought, but in reality new chants that I have never pondered before, not knowing the proper key or clef of life. Rhapsody fills my essence and surrounds my very texture with clear insight into my precise purpose and meaning, as in joyful contemplation I listen to my soul respond with unparalleled song.
But, you, the ever-loving, all-knowing, truly graceful, One True God, designed in your plan a way for my escape from sin's chains. He came to earth by his free choice, died on a cruel cross in my place, rose again on the third morn, and loved me, even before I was born. I sat down and I did something I haven't done in a while; write.
I wanted to write a poem, a novel, or just a sweet paragraph. I couldn't I didn't know now of all the things I have forgotten what it is to release myself. The daylight grew father in my forever solitude as the sun set over my head in its beaming glory. The pen held no ink. I couldn't write.
My mind filling with ideas but they were to fast to let one casually slide down from my pen on to the blank paper. Is it right to hold this opportunity and to hide it like a blemish and conceal the ideas and thoughts of a growing life? I don not know. In everyone's eyes it is wronged but I saw it as beautiful. And the words he said whispered throughout my mind and repeated over and over again.
He was true and spoke it. I wonder if the search for the right was wrong but it felt as good as the night. I like the was he look at me and I like the way he kiss me so soft. I like it when he held my chin and way he spoke. I wish he was different, honest or true. He was a liar but he was different to me.
