I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
-Emily Dickenson-
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The sacred heart pierced repeatedly with love and loss sharpened arrows, begs the questionable value of sorrow, while placing redemptive power in the holiest of places amidst God's everlasting graces.
The things that matter most to me are things that others cannot see, for I've been blessed or somewhat dealt with eyes that see what can be felt. So when I write I try to show that all of this here below is God's creation, not a world that's lost and he loves us dearly, loves us most.
A moment, a touch that leads to a hug, a signal, a sign that everything's fine, a sudden release, receiving God's peace, a lasting embrace, accepting God's grace.
What does death want of me the minute that I cease to be? For I will look death in the eye and know that it will always try to rob me of those things I know that nurture love and help it grow, the truth that lingers in the night is worth the struggle and the fight to conquer death and all it's woes remember this and how it goes, death's cause defeated a sacred shun happened when God sent His son.
"I'm sorry for you loss" I heard them say, but the weight of these words I threw away because death will not embrace me here nor keep my soul enslaved by tears. For Christ my king has gone before, and broken through death's mighty door where now my love awaits for me in the glory of eternity and there is no room for sympathy. I am sorry for you loss if these truths you cannot see.
The light we see day after day is needed to drive the dark away. Without the light we would soon find the dark would overtake our mind. Darkness without sun would be a flaw in God's eternity, and His death on a wooden cross all for naught, a single loss. But the power of His divinity holds the Holy plan and key. The light that lives day after day drove the dark of death away.
Through the darkness of my death with my last dying breath, I closed my eyes and said a prayer born of faith, not of fear. Above all things, beyond all days lives the mystery of God's ways, for out of my breathless sound I became heaven bound.