“The Birth of Wonder” by Jim Surkamp (Read/Listen/See) (716 words)

Written by Jim Surkamp, guitar by Seth Austen and Ardyth Gilbertson performs.

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BIRTH OF WONDER – 1

EXCUSE ME? I WASN’T LOOKING AT YOU. I WAS LOOKING AT YOUR ICE CREAM CONE.

YOU MAKE ME LAUGH. I FALL THRU A CRACK IN HEAVEN.

I LOVE THE WAY YOU LISTEN. I BLOSSOM WHEN YOU LISTEN. YOU BECOME MY ROOT, WHILE I SOAR.

I NO LONGER LISTEN TO THE KING. HE’S AFRAID TO GET HIS ROOTS DIRTY. POOR KING.

HE WONT KNOW WHAT LIFE IS TILL IT’S TOO LATE, SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE JEWELS AND FOOLS.

LIFE IS A CONSTELLATION OF GOALS AND HEAVENS CHANGE, THAT WE MAY KNOW, THERE IS A HIGHER HEAVEN AND A HIGHER CONSTELLATION OF HIGHER GOALS BEHIND THESE HEAVENS, AND BEHIND THE HIGHER HEAVEN YET A HIGHER, HIGHER HEAVEN AND YET A HIGHER CONSTELLATION OF HIGHER GOALS!

INNOCENT BELIEVING IS JUST THAT – EVERYTHING. A PEBBLE FALLS FROM ON HIGH AND MAKES THE GREATEST RINGS. MY SIGNATURE NAME AND GIFT FOR YOU.

MY HEART REMEMBERS JUST WHAT I NEED.

NOW GET THIS:

I AM NOT THE WASHERWOMAN IN THE THEATER ANYMORE. THE EMPTY STAGE BEGS FOR ME. SO I SING AN ARIA! AAAAHHHHHHH . . . I THREW AWAY MY BUCKET AND MOP TOO!

LOVE ME, AND DESTROY MY GREED, SO I WILL SOAR AGAIN AND ENCIRCLE THE SUN.

LOVE IS THE FIRST AND LAST. LOVE IS BORN NOT MADE. LOVE IS ALL AROUND AND THERE FOR THE GIVING. LOVE YOU BE, LOVE YOU DO, DO-BE-DO-BE-DO-BE-DO.

IT’S SO SIMPLE NO WORDS CAN HOLD IT CAPTIVE! RIGHT?

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WHEN I SURRENDER, I AM HEALED. FANCY THAT!

I HAVE TEARS OF MORAL PRAISE WHEN I FIND A DROP OF WATER STILL IN A DESERT OF INDIFFERENCE.

YOU AND I ARE TO TELL THE TRUTH THE YOUNG FEEL BUT CANNOT NAME.

ITS SO SIMPLE NO WORDS CAN HOLD IT CAPTIVE RIGHT.

I DON’T LIKE BIG, BIG DON’T SEE THE BEGINNINGS. BIG DON’T SEE THE TINY SEEDS BIG DON’T SEE LOVE IN THE WIND.

WANDERING MYSTERY, WANDERING POEM, FRUIT ON TREES, FALLING RAIN FEEDS FEEDS, WANDERING MYSTERY, WANDERING POEM.

(PAUSE IN MUSIC AND VOICE) MY SILVER THREADS ARE BROKEN. I AM GUIDED BY SUGGESTION I DON’T ARGUE. WORDS – WORDS, SHMERDS!

HEY! YOU JUST SMUDGED MY ARMOR! THAT HURT!

I GUESS I GROWL SOMETIMES, BUT I MEAN TO HUM. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

LIFE IS MOMENTS. HENCE SHARP TURNS. LIFE IS MOMENTUM, ALLLLL A-BOARD!!

A CHILD IN AN ENDLESS SUMMER; THERE I’LL ALWAYS BE.

I BLEND WITH THE SLOW, QUIET HUMBLE FLOW OF HUMANITY.

MY EX-FRIEND THE KING IS STARVING ON THE MOUNTAIN. OH WELL.

BEYOND THE RAINDROPS ON THE WINDOW PANE YOU CAN SEE A GREEN FOREST ON BLUE . . . FOR YOU.

SPINNING, SPINNING, SPINNING . . . MULTIPLYING FOREVER IN JOY . . . JOY IS TRULY THE GREATEST THOUGHT, NAKED OF EXPLANATION. JOY – OH BOY!

JAKE, THE KING’S KID, BOUGHT STUFF WITH HIS BREAD, BUILT A BARRICADE AND WAITED FOR DEATH TO COME . . . TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK

DULLSVILLE, MELVILLE . . . DEADSVILLE.

SPONTANEITY IS THE OPEN GATE TO GOD’S PLACE.

MY HEART IS WHERE GOD DROPS A LOG ON THE FIRE.

MY WINDY THOUGHTS ARE SHAPING A CASTLE ON A BEACH SOMEWHERE.

NATURE BUILDS AND LEVELS EMPIRES ALL THE TIME, YOU KNOW.

YOUR CAGE OF THORNS MAKES ME REAL NERVOUS. I TAKE A DEEP BREATH. . . AHHHHH!

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YOU ARE A SEA, AND WITH A PEN, A BRUSH, A SONG, A PRAYER, A LAUGH, OR A DANCE, YOU WILL FLOW ALL DAY AS SURE AS YOU ARE LIVING.

I AM A PERFECT, STARRY HEAVEN, WATCHING ARMADAS OF MOOD, COME AND GO . . . MY LITTLE SHOW.

GIVE ME THE CLARITY OF YOUR BEING. LISTEN TO ME, RESPOND, LIVE WITH ME INSIDE THE BOUNDS OF CONVERSATION . . . BE BORN WITH ME . . . FORESEE MY EMERGING DOUBT. COMPLEMENT ME.

SPEAK TO MY HIGHER SELF, AND I’LL BRING YOUR UNKNOWN INTO THE LIGHT BEFORE I LEAVE.

LOVE IS VAGUE, HUH? . . . NO. I SAID LOVE . . . YEH, LIFE IS VAGUE, TOO.

LIFE IS THE DANCER DISCOVERING HER FEET, THE PAINTER DISCOVERING THERE’S FRUIT AT THE END OF THE LIMB.

I’LL BRING YOUR UNKNOWN INTO THE LIGHT, BEFORE I LEAVE. I BRING YOUR UNKNOWN INTO THE LIGHT, THAT IT MAY BE KNOWN AND YOUR FEARS DIE.

YOUR GRIEF SHALL RELAX INTO WISDOM IN MY HOUSE, FRIEND; I HAVE SET A ROOM FOR YOU WHERE YOUR GRIEF CAN RELAX INTO WISDOM.

GOOD NIGHT, SWEET PRINCE. SLEEP WELL, SWEET PRINCESS.

NIGHT COMES. I AM YOUR STARRY CANOPY FOREVER, AND FOREVER, AND FOREVER.

FEAR NOT. LOVE ALWAYS.


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