There’s a world out there! Now I see it. <br />Opened like a book for me to read. <br />But not page-by-page, flipping dully, <br />But wild rovings, random and untamed, <br />Because it doesn’t run from front to back <br />Or start to end, or follow any line. <br />Each page is unto itself, independent. <br />And it won’t mind if I take out the ones <br />That throw my heart into the sky just like <br />A kite, that just discovered it can fly. <br />There’s a world out there! Now I see it. <br />It isn’t just a curtain hung around <br />The place I know, with Elsewhere painted on it. <br />The only curtain was my ignorance, <br />But now, it’s pulled away and burned forever, <br />And I see beyond the false horizon. <br />No doubt lingers, no fulfillment is there <br />Of contentment with the home and hearth. <br />(Though, mind you, those are still the root.) <br />The satisfaction earned from years of stillness, <br />Of blankly sitting in the same wood chair <br />Gazing out the same stark window panes <br />At the same thin trees, the same old town. <br />That satisfaction now is lost to me. <br />There’s a world out there! Now I see it. <br />And what’s more, I don’t just have to dream <br />Of oceans, mountains, skies yet unexplored, <br />For I can go and go until I die. <br />I can reach each corner of the world <br />And further, I suppose, if I desire. <br />I think of those who would frown on this. <br />Is it wrong to have a roving spirit? <br />It cannot be; for Who would make a world <br />Just to entice and dangle temptingly? <br />Were wonders not created for the seeing; <br />For the testimony of their Source? <br />I think it so, so I shall go, and see.<br /><br />Sophia White<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-s-a-world-out-there/
