It’s month 11. I’ve had all the feels and for some reason I haven’t been able to put any of them into writing. My plan was to post at least one blog a week during my last month on the race, but a major case of writer’s block had me feeling like I’ve been in a creative straight jacket. No bueno.
I wrote this poem one morning during quiet time. Our ministry host home this month is perched perfectly up in the mountains of the Dominican Republic and as I awed at the mountains hugging us from all directions, my Author placed these words into my head. Even after writing a few of these lines, I still felt creatively stuck. I wasn’t exactly expecting a poem.. I wanted to write a blog to tell people about my dreams/after race. I continued to ask God – what do you want me to say?
“share our poem”
So the simple and unexpected words I jotted in my journal is what I’m sharing with you. What a world this would be…
what if the mountains floated like clouds
and we hiked up the fluffy formations
what if the ocean painted our sky and the trees twinkled and swayed as stars, releasing leaves like rain
we’d be sitting on the light looking up at the rolling waves and rain drops would rise from our feet like
falling dew
on a clear day we would soak and float in the sapphire sky
we could ride on the sun as it traveled around the ball of green and blue
what if the world spun backwards and spring went into winter and winter into fall.
but maybe we don’t have to tilt our heads to see the world anew
look through the eyes of the Creator and it goes against the flesh of me and you
oh, if the world were upside-down we would Dance in the darkness, Love when it’s hard, Give when we
seem to have nothing
leading would mean Serving and living would mean Dying
soon it would begin to feel right-side-up
The Kingdom would be odd and whimsical and we would gaze up and make wishes on waterfalls
