A friend requested a story to fit her book of illustrations. The illustrations will follow in due course. It is a story with seven chapters (seven illustrations, that is) and the story starts here. In the meantime, I have sketched my impression of Lucy and Lynette (see below).
Lucy and Lynette, like all good lyre birds, had a gift for picking up on the sounds and sorrows around them and turning them into song.
Maurice the Fun-Loving Monkey was not having fun at this moment. His swinging adventures had some to a crashing end.
Bernard and Barry, his data-collecting friends were holding Maurice’s hands – one hand each – in their warm, comforting, reliable paws. Their risk assessment of Maurice’s swing had been correct, but when faced with another’s sorrow and suffering, things did not always add up in neat comforting formulas.
Gordon the Complicated Giraffe was trying so hard to make sense of it all. He knew that things fell from trees – leaves, for instance – but his friend had fallen and this was sad indeed. Gordon was feeling overwhelmed with the sadness of it all. The sorrow of things falling in a fallen world.
Maurice, Bernard, Barry and Gordon needed a song. They needed their painful groans, failing data and overwhelming sorrows to be given words and turned into song.
Their lamenting hearts took flight upon the soaring wings of Lucy and Lynette.
Then the Lyre Birds sang:
Sometimes we’re up and sometimes we’re down.
The fun-loving monkey lies there on the ground.
Bring him back! Lift him up! Fetch his paper party crown!
Our fun-loving friend lies moaning on the ground.
We can live in the moment, with our favourite things;
Those brown paper packages, tied neatly with string.
We can dream of the future, then watch all our plans
Unravel before us, string dangling from our hands.
He’s our song. He’s our joy. He’s our paper party crown.
Our light has gone out and lies extinguished on the ground.
The sky has turned dark, the pond has turned brown.
All our laughter and joy lies silent on the ground.
The giraffe made connections. He dreamed lots of dreams.
But the dreams sometimes shattered or weren’t what they seemed.
The bears collected data and sang their counting song,
But their adding sometimes failed or the data was all wrong.
How long, our dear friend, must you lie without sound?
How long before your laughter and joy will resound?
Please may there be a good remedy found,
So our fun-loving friend can arise from the ground.
Remember your Maker while you lie silent there.
You’re held in his hands and safe under his care.
The plans of that Maker had all seemed to fail.
A crown made of thorns. A body full of nails.
Lift Him up! See Him there! Our friend in our place.
No smile, only pain, on our Maker’s lovely face.
He came back! He’s alive! Our life has been found!
He no longer lies silent and dead in the ground.
He’s our life. He’s our joy. He’s our crown. He’s our song.
He’s our hope for the future when the present seems wrong.
He lifts us on wings to fly like a bird,
To sing songs of praise that will ever be heard.
Once Lucy and Lynette and finished their song, everyone’s hearts felt lifted a little.
Maurice, however, was in need of some medical attention. Some crisis management was required.
Thankfully, Frank the Rapid-Fire-Response Frog was on a lily pad in the nearby pond, poised, ready to leap into action!
Tune in for the next chapter when Frank’s crisis response skills will be put to the test. Please feel free to leave questions, suggested changes, critique about the feasibility of the story, or other editorial comments below. This is a work in progress.