New, heart repaired, life abundant and everlasting. The blue sky waiting a short walk beyond the treeline. Billowing clouds, chirps and no sound of rumbling thunder. The storms they will come but for now joy of the hope found in the renewing of a dream.

Crunching cones beneath well worn shoes that have made it through desert and stream. What a blessing to walk in the midst of welcome winds and sunshine on unburdened shoulder. Finding my way to places I never saw on the map’s edge.

Weakly perched yet stable against the prevailing winds of change. No more orange on black and midnight reasoning, left to admire the crystal blue and soft amber moon. These thoughts, no longer frightful investigate the envelopes written no delivered.

Seemingly from no where the smile interrupts. Capturing my face with the joy of children chuckling, during those moments when it is okay to just be a kid for awhile. Pale in comparison the shades of mystic wonder escape from a box of news yet told.

What shines through each dilemma? What hopeful words comfort those in trial as if those fears shall not be remembered. And Long ago we found somber paths that promised an end in peace. Wondering quite frankly what good thing would tomorrow bring.

The shores arrive too swiftly, not ready to depart or walk on sandy bottom, pants half wet to catch the cleat embarking. What courage may be found in leaving all known function to move the clanking metal parts and rusty buckets that promise the hereafter.

Yet, go we must as no shores may last forever only bid you discover the mystery of wandering seas and shining mountain. There are better things in the unknown than that which presents itself as the slumber aided rest of today extended.

To the elect there is great promise. Not simply of hope but the passions that abide in certainty. The buzz and biz of life’s dancing to distract us. And marble sholes the foundations of everlasting, whispering, bidding, tugging us to eternity.