Dear Valleys

 

          

             In the irreversible clock,

             In this flowing brook,

             The shading leaves

             Has a story to tell,

             As the burning sun in the sky,

             Constantly wails. 

Dear valleys:

I once asked my photographer friend why she takes the picture of the sky over and over again. She surprised me by answering something that hit me right at the core, "God has never ceased to create new patterns and designs for the clouds." She said that every time she took a picture, the sky is different. 

Dear the valleys of my life, they told me that you cause the shifts in my life. They said you put agony in my heart that changes the patterns of who I am. But when my friend points out that the sky changes, the fear I have for you eased a bit. 

It is said by Heraclitus, "No man ever steps in the same river twice." When they socialize me into fearing you, they were teaching me to step in the same river twice. They made me desperately wish to preserve myself. Because I will tell you the truth, losing the pieces of who I am hurt. 

However, who could have known that God never ceases to change the designs of my heart but still keep my beauty? Why couldn't I understand that God will be with me even if I have changed? Why did I think that he would only love me then and not now? The world was lying to me, and I kept lying to myself. 

My dear Valleys, I don't want to live a half-life. Living in an endless sea of happiness sounds fulfilling to the ears, but it is impaired.  If I have to go to the wilderness to see that God can feed people from the heavens, then I should just let you take over my life. The shading of my leaves is the story I will tell in the constant wailing of the sun. 

Here is something I know now, I can not stop the brook of time, nor control the way my heart changes patterns. But I have to learn that the sky is always beautiful, however different it may be. 

                                                           _Yours truly