afterlife – Breathing Inspiration

The Shoreline

Setting aside selfish sentiments,

to focus attention on the divine,

unearthing hidden resentments –

compelling the soul to transcend over time.

Like the waters on the beach,

receding into the blue ocean,

I would swim as far as I could to reach

a distant shore, where ancient memories blend

with a future envisioned by the prophets,

who saw the distant hope on the horizon,

and directed us to seek, as wisdom saw fit,

the entrance into the kingdom.

—– —– —– —– —–

The currents challenge us to navigate,

while the waves crest high with foam;

and, our arrival can only be estimated

by the tears that fall as we roam.

The promise of a place reserved,

beckons to us from that golden shore,

as we are called to rely on our faith,

to guide us through the door.

Our lives, akin to all who hear the call,

to enter into the ark of refuge,

provided by the One who created all,

to transcend the dystopian deluge.

Everything I do is stitched with colors that blend into the tapestry designed by the master artisan, Who weaves, day and night, the dreams that make up our lives. To be in accord with His ways, by adding to the beauty, character, and dimension of the journey, that unfolds in tandem with His plan, the divine blueprint of my life – this takes a listening heart, a humble soul, and an obedience to His will, above and beyond my own.

Yet, dare I let the threads untangle, or willfully take out the stitches already in place, the effort is in vain, and the glory will diminish, rather than remain. Once, at a museum, I stood upon a spiral staircase in awe and wonder at a medieval tapestry on display in a room with a high ceiling, like the scenes of our lives displayed in Heaven.

prosery line in bold: W.S. Merwin, from “Separation”

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