Prompt: Include or reference a rhyme, poem, or song in your story today.
With His voice we were called into life
With His song the earth was made
Through His kindness we were given life
And by His wisdom we were given kings.
The song rippled through the air, the sky, the ground. It went from wildness to playfulness, to greatness, to beauty, until it was all I could think about. It echoed in my heart and felt like the thing I'd been missing. The part of me I'd lost but never knew about. It comforted me like nothing else ever had, not in the country, not in London. It made me feel whole. It made me feel awake as we watched this world explode into being before our very eyes.
The song changed to a high, beautiful, delicate sound. That was when we awoke, when the dark sky was lit up by our lights. All we wanted to do was praise the One who made us, and praise him we did. Joining in His song, we sang and have continued to sing His praises forever.
I rose up over the hill at the summon of His song. I couldn't not come. His voice, the strength, the beautiful power in it, it forced me to, except I didn't need forcing. The moment I heard it, I longed to go to Him. I came up and shone with all my strength, for His glory.
I care for you, His song said, as His gentle voice coaxed us up out of the ground. His voice was soft and tender toward us, the most fragile, delicate part of His creation. We knew He was promising to care for us, His flowers.
We grew, coming up out of the ground and standing at attention. His voice strengthened us, giving us deep roots and something to lean on. And when we were grown we stood tall. We were His trees, there to give witness to His strength and goodness.
We, the stars, the sun, the flowers and trees, watched in awe as the Lion called forth the creatures. Just as it had with all of us, His voice changed, this time to a wilder tone. It sounded like life. It sounded lively and vibrant. All at once the ground began popping with creatures. We may not know the names of them all, but we do know that Aslan made and loves them. Filled with wonder and reverence, we joined in the worship.
It was new! It was a world! They were alive! I was alive! Everyone was awake and happy and ready to live. I stretched and scratched behind my ear and then I saw Him. I saw the Lion and with a glad bark I ran after Him, followed by thousands of others. We were glad we were His.
The children and I watched in amazement as this new world was called forth. And he let us witness it. All I wanted now was to be a part of this wonderful world, this peaceful, perfect place, this place which felt like home. This place which was made by the song of the Lion.
A/N: In case it wasn't clear, the first and last parts are the Cabby, AKA King Frank speaking and the parts in between are Aslan's creation. Also, sorry about the double spaces for the poem. I haven't figured out how to do single spaces on an iPad.