I Will Write The Stories, Celebrating...

I Will Write The Stories, Celebrating

I will write the stories, celebrating,
my body newly reformed from the dust.
Jesus rose; now, so have I,
breaking new creative ground.

I will write the stories, soaring,
crafting ships to ply the stars.
Treading faces of a million worlds,
footprints left on virgin soil.

I will carve the truth, hammering
joyful glyphs into the faces of a thousand cliffs.
When rain has washed away the words,
I will carve them again into ten thousand more.

I will spin the tales, whispering
wonder into children's ears,
elevating young minds
to the fearless expectation of glory.

I will weave the legends, sailing
before the wind on vast and pristine seas.
Living every youthful fantasy,
Wresting every grown-up dream
from thought to vivid life.

I will share the stories, telling
of the foibles of my past.
Laughing at pain now forgotten
in the light of endless perfect day.

I will live the stories, experiencing
everything ever imagined, and more,
reveling in a future beyond present ken,
knowing it is all a gift.

I will sing the ballads, showing
all who doubted that the promise lives.
Stroking instruments made with loving hand,
eliciting sounds never before heard.

I will dance my lines, delighting,
tripping the light fantastic,
queens of brilliant thought in my embrace.
We shall collaborate ecstatically, creating
beauty beyond comprehension.

I will shout the stories, building
worlds of living, loving wonder,
filling each day with praise for
the Creator who shares his life and joy
with creatures such as I.