Friday 20 March 2015

Reverie of a life that once was

Two of our friends recently died sending a spiralling message to love the moment, love the person, and love the purpose that we may never know. For in each of us married or single we are truly the only ones that know what our deepest thoughts are with God, ourselves and this universe. We may share yet no one has access to the recesses of our conscious.

It is at times like these we wonder what if? Why? Will he take me home prior to old age? What are his plan that seems so illusive to us mere mortals trying to grasp daily needs? Where is he going with our planet and how do I truly fit in, are my actions significant? How does he chose who to take home?

Hovering in death is the closest we come to our true beings. Exposed in our vulnerability fears that have never been revealed. Like a child those in death speak with honest cords wiping away societal facades blemished inside out not running just being. Perhaps it is the closest we come to being still, tranquil, silent in thought and omniscient.

Death is part of our lives yet it remains as an enemy pushed outside excluded shamed dreaded for someone else to handle until it faces us. Here is where naked truth distinguishes those that are willing to go without his love and those that run to grasp his cloak. None will be the wiser disclosing your soul freedom is won harboring aversions disconnects one. Run to drug our lives full of fame to fashion when what we yearn is inside.

Loss is necessary for rebirth so why is the aching so physical. Is it here we admit what our true desires are, to be loved……to be loved for who we truly are……broken and desperate for his mercy. All the worldly possessions fall ocean’s away from human adoration. “Nothing compares to the promise I have in you, nothing compares to your mighty love.” Draw unto him ask him for your truths.

If you have been blessed to have loved, truly given yourself to another, and been doubly blessed to have it returned. Nothing compares…. See the blessings gratitude for the next sunrise that coffee, friendly smile that comes when you have known love. Be still and feel the love that surrounds you, it is there.

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