It is morning; I get up and get ready for the day. I am alone; I hate being alone, always have. But it is what I have to do for now. I open the door and the crisp spring morning greets me and I smile. On the ride to work I roll the window down and feel the cool air blow over my skin, I am alive. In the parking lot I walk towards work, endless work. I have always worked. Even when I was a small child I had to work, it was expected of me. When freedom came to my classmates in the summer, I had to work. My father expected it, he expected a lot….but its okay, as I look back now with older eyes, it’s okay. On mornings like this I can’t help but think what it would be like to just keep riding or keep walking. I think I would like to keep walking; the slowness of it would appeal to me. Taking my time and just walking to see what I could see. But I walk instead into a building that blocks the sun and the outdoors and I start my day of work. I like what I do it makes me feel creative, but like everything it has limits. Life and its limits. I create under rules that limit my feeling of creativeness so it becomes like it always does, just a job! At lunch I walk away from the desk and go out side and walk. For thirty minutes I am free to walk. Free, what does it mean? Freedom is bantered about, “you live in a free country” and other such nonsense is spoken by many who love to think it. But do we truly know what freedom is? I can’t think about it now it is time to go back to…..work.
The afternoon comes and it’s soon time to go home. But instead of home I go to an apartment; home will have to wait until the weekend. I read, but mostly watch TV. There are no good shows any more, just a few peek my interest; but I keep watching, what else is there to do……for tomorrow I will get up and it will all start over again.
If I could wonder for a moment, I would like to ponder this. What if the fruit had stayed on the tree? What if’s are fun, are they not? What if’s, keep a child’s imagination alive. So I will be a child for a moment and wonder what kind of world would I walk into tomorrow, if the fruit had of stayed on the tree............
My morning starts like any other, I rise with my wife by my side. We greet the new day together with a smile. Our morning prayers are a conversation with our Father. There are no requests that He meet our needs, because they are already met. We walk outside to gather food for today, there is always plenty. We work yes, because it gives us pleasure. We give away the labor of our hands to others as they in turn give to us, it is our only currency. Our day is spent in the glory of our Father, He gives us life more abundant everyday. New life comes but; it never has to leave; for there is no endings here only new beginnings. Many have sprung from the first and his mate and we have covered the earth, this garden planet our Father gave us. We live with it, not on it. My wife and I have watched as our offspring have reached maturity and found mates of their own, as they too will continue the blessing of new life.
Our life is nothing but contentment, freedom and never ending peace. My wife and I have a trip planed soon. We are going to go to the place of origin where the first was created; maybe visit the tree of life. It is something we have talked about for awhile now. It will be a long walk and will require some sailing across the sea; but we feel it will be a great adventure. We love adventures, to walk to see all that the Father has created He has many wonders to behold. It will be a grand trip. Our life has always been that way, for it is our Fathers will for us; to be truly happy. I can’t imagine it any other way…………
