Life constantly confronts us.
The news is rarely good. Whether on the phone, or on the world stage. We go through our lives finding bits of joy here and there. But death, destruction, betrayal, often find their way to our door.
We struggle to maintain the peace we scrounge together, but it is short lived,
Because of this we celebrate the milestones of happiness in our lives. The birthdays, the anniversaries, the return of spring, the beauty of snow in winter, the shimmer of the ocean under the sun. Sometimes we use other things to give us this shallow happiness.
But true joy is there. True Love is there. We see glimpses here and there. In their simplicity, the proof of eternity, and eternal love.
That while this life is temporal, in time and space. It will glow and shine eternally in the infinite. We have these promises from Love.
Love, who stands knocking, “Now at the door”.
“Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home.”
– John Denver –