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By Frank Salerni
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I remember being young and not having a care in the world. My only purpose in life was discovery. Everything seemed to be full of wonderment. I could find treasures within the folds of a rose. I could not find fault with anything, because I wasn’t looking for them.
When I rode my bike it could virtually take me anywhere. I could go the moon, the seashore, or the Sahara Desert just as fast as a thought could take me there.
Bugs were awesome. Each of them, I was sure, came from some distant planet in another galaxy. Even the freckles on my skin were nothing more than pictures waiting for those dots to be connected. A skinned knee could be the topographical terrain of a newly discovered land. I understood all the language of the birds. The sound of the sidewalk meeting with my steal wheeled shoe skates became nothing less than jet engines equally capable of taking me to distant exotic places.
Then I became old.
I put away childish things, and never looked back for fear that I may become engrossed with my imagination. Dream were something to be explained away like the dust being shaken from my trousers. It wasn’t real. It was pretend. It was a distraction.
Relationships were nothing more than a temporary escape from reality. I divorced. My father died. My mother died. I became a close acquaintance of grief and dispair. Life was a holding tank for broken promises. And no one cared at all, unless a dangling carrot baited someone to do good deeds for ill-gotten gain.
I hated where life had take me. What a poor excuse for a man I was. What possible good was I? Who do I despise more than myself? How could I go on pressing toward the inevitable nowhere?
I sought out a dark place where light could not find me. A place void of joy that could only be known to my increasingly vial nature, but their was no such place. I soon came to the reasoning that to find such a place I needed to use my imagination once again. And I could not bring myself to locate this domicile. It would be much too painful.
I lay under a tree wishing for it to fall on me to end my suffering, because I was not even man enough to end my own miserable life.
To my left I could see in my peripheral vision a small yellow wildflower. In the center was the tiniest bug I ever saw. The flower must have seemed to it another world. The wind blew the tiny flower to the right and left, and I surmised the insect must have encountered micro G-forces in relationship to its size. It soon buried itself within the center of that golden vast terrain. I plucked the flower. I choose to be a god, and held the fate of its worth in my hands. It is now raining, and yet not a drop would touch the head of that precious flora… though I wished it so.
I wanted to punish innocents, dash the existence of goodness, and blot out the life of its fairytale world by extinction! It was then I realized I was caught up in a current dream. What does it mean, Lord?
“Are you happy with these thoughts?” He asked me.
“No, Lord… I’m humbled.” was my response.
“You know My will is for you is to come back to simplicity, do you not?”
“Yes, Lord.”
“Give Me your circumstances, My child.”
Once again I whispered, “Yes, Lord. Only help me to interpret please, Lord.”
Overtaken by the fact that I was a false god, and unable to dictate where a single drop of water may fall, I understood. In order to discover true joy I must become again like a child, and embrace the true God of the universe. The God that is real, and the God that gave me the gift of my imagination. My God could speak to me in the flower of my youth. Yes, in the garden of my destiny I left Him, and He never left me.
“Forgive me, Lord for growing up, and ceasing to look up.”
My God is able to make me truly happy; I am rejoicing that is by returning to my first love, and to live once again, for Him.
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