A World With No Black

 

What if we lived in a world where the sun shone all the time?

How sad we would be

if the rain never came to validate our sorrow,

the day never came where the clouds comforted our hurting souls,

and the moon never came to shine a sliver of light on our darkness.

Is there any joy in peace if we know no turmoil?

Could we love the light if it never went black?

By that logic, is there beauty in pain?

Could we ever truly love a single thing without knowing the feeling of hate, or numbness, or nothingness?

Would our standard of love become so low that we accept cordial interaction as enough?

I’ll take my pain, my sorrow, and my love.

I’ll take the earth-shattering, heart fully exposed, raw nerve endings, complete acceptance of broken life-ness.

I’ll embrace it because I know what it brings.

In return, she offers me my fullest cup,

pouring out from her brims love beyond belief, softness, and gentleness like I’ve never seen.

There’s a restlessness in my soul today.

The wind came to match her energy.

I suppose there’s some comfort there,

that the earth whispered to me, “I feel the same way.”

Xoxo, Gussie