THE PATH

And when I get to Heaven I believe that all will be right with my soul.
I believe that after he rides off he will be waiting for me in the car he never could
drive,
replacing the slow gallop with a surge on the gas...
telling me to "get in", he's been there all along...
He will be in one of those old cars that used to be in the woods,
the radio duck taped to the dash will be working,
playing songs in slow motion, Led Zeplin praising the Lord.
He will let down the sun roof and we will drive
to that place where Heaven meets earth
handicaps are healed
pain is gone
questions are answered
and His voice will talk to my heart
"FOLLOW ME"

DANCE

Because sometimes you just can't help yourself...
you stop
let the wind blow through
your
heart
and dance....

The fluid color of blue

She sits at her spinning wheel, slowly feeding the yarn with her hands.  The wool is new and just dyed into beautiful pastel colors that melt in your eyes, the fluid color of blue mainstreaming the flow.  Gently the thread feeds into a ball that is controlled by her foot.  Smoothly the wool is being pulled into the wheel, slowly so as it won't bunch.
It seems that suddenly there is a  tear and she needs to pull back and add more so it will again be an even strand.
Again it is smooth,
a knot stops the wheel from turning and she stops.  It seems her hands can not unravel the mess that has been made.
She looks up to the Heavens and prays to the God of all Glory, all wonder, the Savior...
He hears her but know that she needs to slow down...
"slow down your moving to fast...
I can not unravel the mess, if you won't let me."
The wheel stops, she bows her head and stills her foot... lifting her voice she gives thanks to this Alpha, the Omega... she looks at the beautiful ball of yarn she has so far -
it is huge and the blue as a back drop could not have been a more perfect color.  As if by force she wills herself to touch the wool not yet spun - she slowly unravels the mess and her foot starts moving slowly to the music in her mind... feeling a warmth over her hands she
continues the process...
How did He know?

Life Eternal

Through the generations you feel the hand of time.  It gently starts you in life and carry's you through.                                                                                                                                                     I see her as a young lady touching the new born skin of her baby, holding her hands as the tiny fingers fold around hers. She is holding on for all that there is in this life.  As a mother she will see this tiny life grow and learn and before you know it her little one is gone, a grown young lady with babes of her own...
then she fills her life with love and gives all she can...
and now her babes are grown...
and there she is holding onto the next generation...
celebrating the distance of years between them
... feeling the hand of time
knowing that she is in the presence of the Almighty God.

And she remembers His promise of eternal life
... she knows that this is only the beginning
and yet she feels the memories of years gone by.

Her hand touches the face of God as she looks in the eyes of His child.