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.
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.
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.”