Shall we be sad waiting to reach heaven? Will our flames be dimmed by patience having done its perfect work to leave us wanton for nothing? Can the march to heavenly harmonies leave one mourning when discussion resolves in joy and supernatural elation? What will not be forgiven by the dawn of our meeting? All esteem quickens and strengthens as we near looking into those burning eyes of love and power.

There is no breach in having told me all that is to be expected. There is no fault in hoping until the light shows us home and we are called to bring our lanterns past midnight. There is no loss when all is gained in moment. This life leaving me to better things outside the whims of time. There is no fear of this things from which we’ve always been protected. There is no forgiveness so sweet as that which sets a man free to run outside of time, God having forgotten his crime.

Having heavy hearts and hurt is reserved for the dwelling of the quickened and the wicked. Beyond these doors there is no luggage and no depository for the refuse we’ve collected. The opening too grand to mark its sounding, the universe is found too tiny to include what my eyes begin to see. Martial heart and soul to weep the tears of joy in our recasting. Freed of dross, loss and ill thinking, my mind repurposed to greater depths of song, for the length that introduces the eternal. What and why are answered by the beginning of the dream.

Tell me Father, will we wait long for the others to come hither? Will we see the smiles on faces having left the darkened skies of war and pain, to find life and abundance this side of everlasting? What, pray tell may I do to help in your efforts, even if sitting beside you with loving smile is the greatest I may offer. Lord we loved them with all the adoration you gave us. Listening to the pain and the dangers of their fear all the while reminding them of hope and the evidence sans reason. For to this light we bid them gather and promise their heartd surrendered to your perfect hand of creation and revision. Into your arms we rejoice they soon will fall.