If Only They Knew
There seems to be an occurring figure of speech floating through my brain. I always found it hard to get out of bed, although I couldn't help but crave a bowl of cereal to start my day. I put on the telly and there’s a grim reaper standing tall, laughing at humanity, eagerly anticipating the world to be even more corrupt so he can have a good days work.
I sat down with a frown on my face as I watched the birds outside. It was quite weird, usually they were filled with an abundance of energy, and chirped gracefully through the morning, but for some reason nobody could hear them. All that was left was its painful cry as they witness the dark and gloomy shadows of humanity fallen down .It was like the world was embarking with the seven deadly sins, swimming through the oceans of envy and gluttony.
"The world as it is". The words became so heavy even a forklift couldn't lift it from the floor. The cries of mothers sent shivers down my spine, just the thought of a police officer knocking my door was bad enough let alone giving me terrible news. My skin crippled with anxiety as I watched the super powers of the world inflict more destruction. The idea of hope became distant and as faint as a feather while depression took its course. Everywhere I looked there was a reflection of human’s beings oozing with sin and there’s hearts covered in a thick fog.
All my life I would walk the grounds of the earth, unconcerned with the misery that it shared. If I only paid more attention to the others rather than myself then maybe, I could have helped the world. As I walked towards the sink I take a moment to breathe, and I notice a flower blossoming right in front of me. There was a sense of peace, and I suddenly did not feel the need to have a frown on my face any more.
Those words came again, it seemed to echo even more but I wasn’t afraid of hearing them. The destruction, chaos, pain and suffering being cemented on the grounds that we walked on seemed to bear cracks. Love and faith blossomed just like the flower, and shined so bright, even the dark corners of the world started to cry.
As I stared at the tree, I’m left with a smile on my face, unconcerned at the world and its fault, undeterred at humanity looking down on me but rejuvenated by the comfort of God’s smile. So you see this is the world as it is, painful at times and heartache is just one word of many to describe the trials and tribulations we go through. But just like the tree blossoming so as my faith and God’s smile and the occurring figure of speech no longer battles with my brain but becomes a distant memory which cannot find the room or space to trouble me anymore.