A Wander’s Compelling Journey Through Heartfelt Transformation and Change
Pools of Glory
As the evening takes pace, in a corner of space,
There are three pools of freshest water,
Being fed by God’s grace.
It is evening now, so the moon shows its glow,
Down on the pool’s face, down below.
It helps all things to grow.
It sets up above, the ground all around,
With flowing water, as the only sound.
It’s the most peaceful place, for miles around.
The very best, hidden from the world’s frown.
Around these pool’s lovely edges,
Are lush green grasses found.
Then among this green, there can be seen,
Beautiful flowers, of the most purple dream.
Not a creature does stir, this great happy place,
For at night they all leave, without leaving a trace.
Then up from above, comes a wandering soul,
Who without device, tries to take control.
This bird darts through the air, very unaware,
Of the shinning, shimmering pools below,
Not really knowing which way to go.
Then at a glance, he is caught in a trance,
And selfishly says, “What’s this I see?
Can it truly be, a place for me?
“Just a place where only I can be?
I’ll dive straight down, and guaranteed,
I’ll hide this spot, from those who might see,
And make this place, just for me.”
So ignoring the words of the wise,
He flies down to claim his prize.
With pride in his eyes, darkness begins to arise,
Hardening his heart, with a cloaked disguise,
And all night long, instead of swimming around,
This selfish little bird, goes knocking things down.
He makes such a mess, and stirs quit a noise,
That this sick little bird, finds devilish joys.
He takes pride in control, and joys in things temporal,
Until finally at dawn, his mess is anything but simple.
“Well now,” he muses to himself on impulse,
“Those creatures who bug me, will now not see me.
I’ll be out of sight, and won’t have to fight.
Now everything, is going to be alright.
“All those meddlesome creatures, who go around biting,
Will have not the chance, ‘cause I’m in here, just hiding!
I’ve found what life’s all about,
It’s eating and drinking, a life of ease,
To get what I want, no need to say please!
I’ve got it all here, now there’s nothing to fear.
“In just a short while, those creatures who harass me,
Will be nothing less, than most unhappy.
They will look and look, for their inhabitance of mine,
But only I will enjoy, this waterside sunshine!
With my solitude and serenity, I’ll be fine,
And this is what it’s all about, every time!”
Well, in a day of bliss, his sick little wish,
Did make him pleased for then,
But he did not have much fun, in the days that did come.
All alone did he feel, with no friends who were real.
Yet by himself he did declare, “I’ll never go back,
And bear all that yak, and that is a fact.”
So the nights were so long, and the days seemed so wrong,
But this stubborn little bird, dared not to come on.
With lowering spirits, as life prolonged,
He started to sing a heartfelt song.
First out of boredom, but then his soul started to yearn,
For something much deeper, than he had ever known.
“Where is my peace, my piece of love?
I can’t find it out, all on my own,
Not even in the nicest place or home,
I need others to help me grow.”
Then as the searching others heard it,
Inside they felt a quiet moan.
This too they had desired, but had sought it on their own.
Then said they, “We can all share this love,
In this life today, so why do we need to create,
Such antagonistic strife this way?
Let’s do start to obey, our Creator this day,
And from now on, do it His way.”
So they all gathered around,
To find the soul who, may be of some help,
To help them get through.
Now when this little bird,
Heard their cry, he let out a sigh,
And began to ask himself, “Why?
“Why did it have to come this way?
Why could not this bliss, come so easy, I say?”
Then came the animal’s reply,
“We all hunger, but don’t know why,
So how can we even, start to fly?
All we could do, was try.
“Without a wish, or even a beg,
We couldn’t even get it, into our head,
But when you started to sing,
A bell started to ring,
And we know now, that we must learn how,
To dance and to sing.
“So please come on out, from where you are,
We very much hope, you’re not very far.
Come be with us, and you will see,
We will try to live, more peaceably.”
So with love in his heart, he came over the top,
And said to them all, “Help me make this wall fall.”
All working side by side,
Every one of them together, losing their pride,
They all went to work, and when it was through,
They wondered, “What’s next to do?”
“Let’s play in the water,
And even talk some too.”
Well, it wasn’t yet perfect, but far from where they were,
And each of them felt, a little more sure.
“This is good, so let’s spread the word,
It’s safe in this place, to come and belong,
And to think it all started, with one little song.
We will fight for the right, and vanquish the wrong!”
Yes, there in those pools,
they came and they went,
But as for the little bird who once claimed it,
He was there night and day,
To be there for whomever,
Wanted to play.