What If

What would happen if every dream you held inside your heart
were all at once granted wings to fly and each soul-shattering pain
relieved and released from its grip on you, and abuse were halted
and ceased and made no more, and what if the only tears you
ever cried were tears of joy, and all your stumbles and trips and
faceplants in the mud made you laugh at the cartoon-esque vision
of yourself that was planted in your brain, and what would happen
if you were given a glimpse of the afterlife, in all its breathtaking
glory, and  you saw yourself as you really were, a brilliant, talented,
precious, worthwhile human being and child of Almighty God, who
did what you were called to do and meant to do, and the mistakes
you'd made in this life were swallowed up whole in the glory and
joy of Deity, in whose presence you now dwelt with all those you
loved, happy and saved and quickened and glorified, with all your
wounds and pains and scars healed so completely that you can
hardly remember them or find their shadows upon your soul, and
what would happen if words of hope were spoken by everyone
you came in contact with, and each soul had a reason to smile
and took advantage of the opportunity, and what would happen if
you took what you learned through your personalized struggles
and pains and agonies and chose to show a fellow sufferer how
your difficulties have taught you to persevere through it all be-
cause only when you persevere do you have the opportunity to fix
what's wrong and chalk one up for the good guys, and what
would happen if you saw the sufferings of those who worked
and sweat and breathed all round you, both friend and enemy,
and knew deep inside you that they each have a heart that beats
and pores that sweat and bleed and a soul of worth equal to yours,
and what would happen if you remembered to look at the bright
side however small that side may seem while you feel you have
been or are being torn apart but not allowed to be done, and what
will happen when you take your next step and come to know that
you still have ground to walk on, or skip on, or roll on, or just sit on,
and you still, you still, you still have the option of moving forward
to a glorious future?  What will happen?

Adam Scott Campbell