I examine life and ask God if heaven is real. If it is, then is this hell on Earth? If so, then the Bible is the basic instructions before leaving earth. The pain that runs through my veins has crippled my youthfulness. The wrinkles of weariness exemplify my stature. The gray may look distinguished, but it came with a price. And gravity, for lack of a better word, has altered my posture. I’m overwhelmed with tears of hurt and disappointment which led me astray. Dead end promises of success and dreams of a better way, constantly crumbled before me. I’ve stumbled through life only to find my gift at the end of my rainbow.
I look into your hollow eyes as I see the emptiness of years we missed together. Again, I wish for days of grandeur as the lost yesteryears now bring us to our future. Like a scene from a love story, our romance has tied a knot after our paths, once again, crossed. God, the great director of directors, has won an academy award for seeing that two lonely hearts find one another, a thousand miles apart.
Trying to paint the final chapter, I look at a picture hook on an empty wall. Our hope is so vibrant and strength gleaming in vitality, it’s only for a scrapbook – that which held the love together. Gone forever, we once thought life was over.
James 1: 2
Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds
Now in our prime, the years come to a close, but you hug me and kiss my promise. God has answered both of our hopes for eternal love. They will open the gates of heaven on Earth. Like a home cooked meal, I’m starved for your affection – that which produces spontaneous combustion of smiles and joy. Every morning is like waking on Christmas, just dying to see what Santa brought. Now the once empty eyes blossoms like a bouquet sitting on a window sill in the dead of winter, this second time around. Together as one, we have come to be as God anointed our path long before we found each other.
Like a little kid, I send you love notes across your desk before I head off to work. And arriving home, on the garage door, I read a note from you and the parrots, “So glad you’re home, we missed you, love you .”
You see, youthfulness has no limit. The weary wrinkles mean we made it, and the gray stands for – we lived through it! As we grow old together, we now have thirty years to make up. Asking God to anoint our time on Earth, may we be the first to reach the heavens holding hands forever.
I love you, forever.
“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”