THAT MOMENT

I am thinking of that moment when I come to myself and realize that I am in eternity.  Time is no more for me.  I have made it to the other side.  I am very much alive and alert to my surroundings.  I am thinking, knowing and loving.  

I am seeing beauty as I’ve never seen it before -fresh, pure and radiant.  Colors, textures, sounds and fragrances -all more complete, more true than I ever thought possible.  

Faces that I know and love are smiling at me in welcome.  Arms embrace me.  Memories envelope me.  Applause cascades around me.  I am laughing in sweet relief.  

Suddenly He is there with me.  Jesus.  My Savior.  My Friend.  I am crushed to His chest, sobbing.  Breathing in His holiness.  Bathed in His forgiveness.  I am cherished.

I am longing to reassure you that all is well.  Don’t sorrow for me, dear one.  I have seen His face.  Looking ahead, I can tell you it was worth it all.  The heartaches, trials and injustices in no way compare to being in that moment.

HEAVEN

There is a world that I cannot perceive

using only my natural eyes.

And yet it is so real to me;

I shall behold it by and by.

There is a realm often dreamed about

where God’s purpose and angels kiss.

Should greater value rest on earthly things,

I would assuredly be remiss.

There is a chamber allusive to some

yet believers know it by faith.

Pulling my heart on a tender cord,

jubilation in a holy conclave.

There is a city outside of time.

A million steps couldn’t reach it’s shore.

Yet close my eyes to gather sleep,

and I’ll wake up there one morn.

There is a face, my sweet Savior’s face,

drawing my spirit beyond.

His voice, a whispering thunder,

calling, “Arise, my child, come home.”