As I followed it through fields and meadows,
the sun’s rays descended softly upon my cheeks,
the way clean cotton linens can feel
against newly shaven skin in the summertime
(or like steam thinly wafting up from a mug of hot cocoa
held close to your face in mitten-clad hands).
The grass was cool and squishy between my toes,
the sound of sweet waters laughed nearby,
and somewhere deep within,
my spirit’s song was born.
This fertile world—
new, awake, and pulsating with promises of life,
would never end, I thought,
until upon meadow after meadow, and field after field,
I reached the grassy earth’s edge.
The voice bid me to continue on with such sweet tenderness
that without a moment’s hesitation,
or rebellious inclination,
with all my heart and soul I answered,
“YES!”
I ventured on until the sun swelled in size
and burned in a red and sweltering rage.
The grass between my toes soon became
tiny grainy embers that seemed to hiss with every step I took,
and with squinted eyes, as I looked ahead
for miles and miles, (and miles and miles and miles)
before me lay a barren wasteland,
despised like bones sucked clean and dry
(or like an old flesh wound that once bled,
then pussed,
then scabbed, until finally
it scarred over big and dark and ugly).
Each second seemed a thousand years heaping into millenniums,
and all the while the voice I heard so clearly before
reduced into a quiet whisper.
I strained my ears to hear it as it led me all the way,
through the wasted deserts, down to the lowly valleys,
when finally
the sun grew tired and subsided in his raging fury.
As he began to rest his weary head, darkness was aroused.
He beat the sun into the ground
till all that was left was a thick expanse of blackness,
punctured by a pitiful dim beam of light which was the moon.
The air grew heavy quickly with silence and with cold,
then colder still around me, piercing through my skin like knives
until I was unable to distinguish
where I ended and the atmosphere began.
Loneliness assaulted me with cruel and sudden force as I sat
and drew my knees up toward my chest, wishing to sink
like the sun into the earth and disappear forever.
The voice had led and left me to the night,
alone and despairing.
I closed my eyes and hoped to die
when I felt my chin being gently lifted.
I saw the moon,
pale and white, peculiar in its glowing
and as I gazed upon its beauty,
a still small voice reached my ears and whispered
faintly,
yet clearly,
“Keep going.”
Staring at the moon in wonder,
I gathered together what life I had left
of my pathetic spirit and broken beaten body,
and though I could not stand, I crawled instead,
my eyes still fixed upon the moon.
As I crawled
(and crawled and crawled),
soon enough the sun came up,
and when its light touched down
upon the earth, it revealed the world around me—
flowers, trees, and grassy knolls, life
in abundance flourishing, buzzing,
thriving in far greater measures
than I’d ever encountered before, and a voice—
so beautiful and sweet—
it said to me,
“Thank you.
Thank you
for trusting in me.
Oh, how I am so proud of you,
you, my little darling.”