I used to stare into the night sky
in fear of the grand abyss of the dark
and of the bright burning balls of fire
that showed both Your beautiful majesty
and irrational terror.
You could send anyone of those
stars screeching straight into
this world and end everything.
It was only through
Your mercy and desire that
we somehow survived day to day.
At least that is what I was taught.
I was afraid of what I saw
staring into that night sky.
Until, I began to question:
Question what I had been told.
Question the stories passed down.
Question the ridiculous rules I had to live by.
Some questions led to more
some were eventually answered
and most never were but
With every question my curiosity flourished
and your magnanimity diminished.
My queries cost me many things:
My certainty of the future.
My relationships with family.
My identity I lived by for many years.
However, I no longer look at the sky
with apprehension or fear but instead
with an unquenchable desire to see
beyond what has been seen and with
hope that the knowledge from those
who came before me will lead those
who come after into the furthest reaches
of the sky, the mind, and human potential.
If it means losing you and everything
that I have known,
it is a worthy trade.
This is a bit darker than I originally intended and I swear I am not trying to be controversial. I am merely trying to understand my own thoughts through one of the few ways I know how. Love to read your own, even if it is just saying how much you disagree with or hate what I wrote, so please leave a comment.