big, big world.

its such a big, big world.
unfortunately, i am small. theres so much to learn and do and see if you want to have any sort of a decent existence let alone a marvelously breathtakingly beautiful life
:
learn to cook, clean, drive, pop popcorn, go grocery shopping. watch, listen, learn, touch. ski, bake cookies, fly kites, watch clouds, play hopscoch, go sledding and build snowmen, swim in the ocean, have tea parties, watch for shooting stars, sunrises and sunsets, thunderstorms. be polished, gracious, kind, loving. laugh. listen to glorious music and sing--or hum--along. be the best at things. see the world and love your home just as well as the most elaborate castles. do your chores. help others, selflessly giving everything [because He did]. die to self. memorize poetry and scripture. relax--lazy afternoons at the beach or in the hammock. eat scrumptious food, and still maintain your health. expand your mind. seek truth. keep trying. learn to make time to read great things, talk to people and spend time with dear friends and family. be joyful, content, purposeful, creative. find fairies in the garden, play hide and seek, catch lightning bugs and have animal crackers and cocoa for supper.

such a list!--and thats not even everything. im not even sure i could manage all that, even if i didnt sleep for the next 32ish years. and i do like sleep. lots and lots.
:::.:.: its just beyond those trees / the place that ive been dreaming of // we'll cut a path out for us / through the
green seas / we'll make hallways of leaves:.:.:::

but [what a glorious word!],

He doesnt sleep ;
all belongs to Him.
[[ ...'we are all enraptured by a well-done movie sequence or by a few bars from an opera
or lines from a poem. but-- He is simply one inexaustable and eternal experience
of all that is good and true and beautiful and right...']]

:::.:.: trust me / i know where im going // its beginning to get dark, but dont worry. / i know
where we are / will you follow me? :.:.:::

thankfully, such a life is possible, i think, if one will get up off
his bum and live it. plus also-- we may have help. and
help is ours if we but humbly ask for it. and then--and only
then-- we may have the sort of life it seems possible to only
dream about. our sweetest, craziest dreams
may become reality [--they may not, of course, but then
they might be replaced by newer, different and sweeter
dreams, i think].

:::.:.: i know it seems it was just a crazy dream / and i know my eyes were closed / but this
dream feels more real to me than life itself. // will you follow me still? :.:.:::


Posted 8/7/2004 11:39 PM