Saturday, November 12, 2016

Control




If This World Were Mine
By Ashley J. Moore
11/1/16
“If this world were mine
I’d give you the flowers
The birds and the bees...” (Sang to Luther Vandross’s tune)
If this world were mine
I’d take away every weight
And every angst
Every frustration…
I’d block every hurt and disappointment
I’d bulldoze every mountain in your way
Unclog every blockage in your hearts’ valves
Every form of self-preservation and every need for it
I would be your shield
I’d be your humorous line, filling your heart with laughter
I’d call forth sunshine and moonlight, Auburn victories, and manifested fantasies
If this world were mine
I’d release all uncried tears
And wash them away
In the waters of Hanauma Bay, in rivers of relief
Cleansing waves leaving your heart light and refreshed
Light
And Free
Light
And Happy
Light
And full and fresh and free
If this world were mine
I’d disperse every cloud and dispel every fog
I’d massage away every furrow in your brow
And lift every weight off your heart, mind, and shoulders
If this world were mine
I’d make everything easy…no pain, no disappointment, no frustration, no sadness, no worry…
Fortunately, this world is not mine
And you do have mountains
And clouds
And fog
And weight
I ache when you ache, and my brow furrows when you are down
But
Fortunately, this world is not mine
And with every mountain, your voice has grown stronger…because you’re a man who speaks to his day and tells his day how it’s going to be…You’re a man who speaks to dry bones and tells them to live
And with every cloud, you’ve received rain to produce crops, and fruit, and podcasts…
And with every weight, your muscles have bulged and been strengthened
And with every fog, your remaining senses have grown more keen; for you’ve walked by faith and not by sight
“If this world were mine
I’d give you the flowers
The birds and the bees..”
But fortunately, it’s not and  you don’t need me to
You have everything you need within you
And everything you need will be revealed to you
You are a king
And a winner
And a victor
So rather than ache because I can’t rescue you
I’ll sit with you
And stand with you
And pray for you
And cheer for you
Because YOU are a victor

And this world is not mine

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