I Imagine a Place

I imagine a place where peace is the main ingredient of life
Where the wind always blows in a song
Reminiscent of the soft dancing of fingers on keys
At her first piano recital.
Quiet
Gentle
Careful
If you smell the sound of the wind,
Close your eyes and just breathe,
The peace is there.

I imagine a place where pain is no longer on the agenda for today
Where the only things on my to-do list are laughter and joy
Where hurt isn’t in the dictionary and sorrow doesn’t exist.

I see a purpose in living
And I imagine a place where all is a blank canvas
And we’re only given watercolors
There’s something about watercolors that gets me.
I wish I could paint.
I wish I could somehow express this world I imagine.

I imagine a place where an exhausted person sitting against a wall
Is only exhausted because they’re simply
Overwhelmed
By the beauty of the world
So overwhelmed that a deep breath and closing the eyes
Doesn’t cut it.

I imagine a place where rain is warm and the soul is complete
Where excitement is renewed and increases with age.

I imagine a place where it’s okay to color outside the lines
Where people love children’s books and night lights
Where you’re never too old to sit on your dad’s lap
And have him carry your to bed.

As I imagine this place, I open my window and lie on my bed.
That’s when my pen hits the paper
I write a letter to my little sister
Who went to see Jesus way sooner than we’d planned
She gets to live in such a place
Where peace overpowers and beauty overwhelms
Where joy and laughter erase all pain
Where we can be like children and rest in our Father’s arms.

She gets to live there
And I am left to be here in this place
Where I can simply imagine.

(1/1/07)