Second Chances

I’ve stumbled through life only to find my gift at the end of my rainbow….


Second Chances

I examine life and ask God, is heaven 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 from years before. Rocking, I’m overwhelmed as tears of hurt and disappointment have led me astray. Dead end promises of success and dreams of a better way, constantly crumbled before me. Disabled at breach, 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, have 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. Hope so vibrant and strength gleaming in vitality, it was only for a scrapbook….that which held the love together. Gone forever we thought life was over.

James 1: 2
Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds

Now in the prime of time, as the years come to a close, 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 a 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 have blossomed like a bouquet that sits on a window sill in the dead of winter, this second time around. We, as one, have come to be. God anointed our path long before we found each other.

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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 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.

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I love you, forever.

 

Romans 8:28
“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.”

These Metallic Memories

….only God with all His strength would seemingly find our two spirits.


 


If I could go back into the chapters of my mind and resurrect memories, I wish I hadn’t had my soured childhood. Teenage pressures conquered my soul as I was bullied in school as the “the fat kid”. Constantly in one turmoil or another, I watched my father wilt away. I was the young age of fourteen. My dad and mentor is now in heaven but I still look to the skies today to talk to him. I guess, though, there were some fonder times. Let think if I can remember one.

My parents sent me to Rising Sun summer camp every year. It reminded me of the song, in more ways than one. I always looked forward to it.

I moved out at twenty-one under defiant protest. I didn’t need to hear the sermons filtering down. I was so disgusted with everyone that I packed my bags and moved to Florida.

Reaganomics crippled the economy with 14% interest; life had stymied. The challenges we met were battled on the front lines whether it be Vietnam or our own city streets. God, I’m sure, watched from above. But nonetheless, drudgery became a way of life. Until…..

A knock at the door and a metallic memory you’ll never forget – the innocence of an Angel. Poised, her persona was nothing short of Heavenly. With no way to stay in touch, God was the only. Priors soured, single now, neither knew the other’s crossings. But those joyous moments became a distant dream as reality set back in, like an evening thunderstorm, scattering debris. The trials and tribulations remind me of metals on a lapel from wars fought on a personal front. We struggled to survive. Our pure little hearts never realized the heartaches we individually endured. But God saw what no one else could believe, “a spark”, thirty years ago that united two souls in infamy.

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Youthful in spirit, with collected memories from obituary relationships, only God with all His strength would seemingly find our two spirits. He reconnected these metallic memories of life.

 

Working feverishly to build an empire, may God too, bless our days and nights. It’s another battle to share from God above. My eyes closed, I listen to your blessed spirits, your fingers going a hundred miles an hour.

We move to a new plateau, holding hands, while making more “Metallic Memories.”

 

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