Reality

I’d like to think I am one with whimsy; but Reality tries to push it down to
the recesses of my inner being. She gains some ground for some time because
debt and duty are her allies.  Oh, but she does not know the resilience
the Maker installed.  So yes, the clock and chains do have me marching in
this dreadful alley for some time. Oh, but freedom’s song has just begun. While
Reality was yelling out orders, I peeked around the corner and found the sun.
Rays aglow with dew drops glistening, warming up the chilly autumn air. Birds
are singing. Hope is springing. It’s coming through my windowsill. The joy of
Autumn and the hope of Spring and Winter, oh, she doesn’t bother me. She makes me huddle closer to those I want to be with. So, a few days in the sun made me pity Reality. She is not so harsh. She became jaded by all that life had made her. But here is the punch line she did know, but I do, and I am going to share it with her so she can dance and sing and enjoy frivolous things too. 
Reality is not stuck in this pattern. She does have some rules to abide, but
she has freedom just like you and me.  Reality must discover her Maker is
the same as mine. She must give and she will take, and life may be unkind, but
her Maker won’t forsake her, and He will let her know the balance she is trying
to find.

10-21-2018