There's A World Out There Poem by Sophia White

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