The Journey of Imagination

“The Journey of Imagination”

By Rev. Jeff Byrd

 

Once I dreamed in colors wild,

The fearless vision of a child,

A cardboard box, a castle tall,

An unseen friend who knew it all.

 

No boundary hemmed my sky of play,

The world was mine in every way;

A wand, a sword, a whispered breeze,

Became the truth my soul could seize.

 

But years grew heavy on my mind,

And slowly I became confined.

The world said, “Be cautious, wise—

Keep smaller dreams, distrust your eyes.”

 

So I imagined shadows near,

My mind rehearsed its daily fear.

Concern wore clothes of wisdom’s name,

But little visions kept me tame.

 

Then Spirit called: “Awake, arise—

Lift your vision to the skies!

Imagination is not play,

It shapes the Truth in you today.”

 

And so I turn from fear’s old role,

To Spirit’s canvas in my soul.

I see with eyes of wholeness now,

To Love, to Peace, my thoughts must bow.

 

For when imagination’s clear,

The Infinite is always near.

It births a world both vast and bright,

Transforming shadow into Light.