What is Eternity?

Life is a song

Often sung low and sweet

Like grapes glistening in the sun

As they hang off chain links.

In the pouring rain

Life continues to sing,

Like the steady drumming

Of impatient fingers.

But what of eternity?

Surely it's still sweet.

Surely it still rains.

But how is the rhythm unique?

There’s no battle to behold,

No monsters under the bed.

Fears and tears, no longer shed;

Eternity has no place for this.

I look up from my desk and

I see the grandeur of snow-covered mountains.

Stark against the wintery blue sky

They tell me there is more.

So picturesque my mountain seems;

But then, so is eternity.

Yet in the rolling hills of snow

A deeper story is told.

Trees, animals, giving little streams,

Flow down to earth

As an extension of Father’s care

For His children below.

And so it appears

Eternity is infinite and grand

But it comes down to one simple thing

And that my friends, is love.

The Light

I stood at the bottom of the mountain catching my breath. The race was on and I could hear the churning of gravel close behind me as others fought to catch up.

Taking a deep gulp of cold mountain air I began my sprint up the crumbling incline just as darkness began to settle in around me. The only thing that gave me hope was the light at the top of the mountain waiting to welcome the runners to the end.

Twilight cast shadows all around as I jumped over bushes and ran around sharp edged rocks, not sure whether or not I was still on the path to glory. However, the light shined bright above me and so my pursuit continued.

As the sunset’s blazing orange slipped into midnight blue, my legs began to tire. With pupils dilated my urgency increased and all thoughts of pain began to be forsaken in hopes of reaching the light overhead.

The climb no longer allowed my steady sprint and I was forced to decelerate. False peace calmed my anxiously beating heart, for I could hear no footsteps trotting behind. I must be far ahead of those who were also undertaking the mountain’s treacherous slope.

With elevated confidence, and one step on a jagged rock, I came crashing down. Agony paled my poor knees and cramps brought my hands to my stomach. I curled up tight in torment on the jagged mountain floor. The light above was so close and yet I couldn’t move. My victory was within reach, yet I lay paralyzed.

“Sweetheart? Wake up, you must’ve been having a bad dream.” My eyes flutter open to see my mother’s face. Wrinkles form above concerned eyebrows. As I blink awake, pain shoots through my skull. I can’t help but twinge. This causes my mother’s stare to wander away from me to the beeping monitor sitting to the left.

Biting her lower lip, my mother’s attention returns to me. Her eyes are glistening as she bends down to hug me. I can smell mint on her breath as she whispers in my ear, “I love you my sweet girl. You are free to go when you please.”

Medications cause me to drift asleep, though I can feel my mother’s hand in mine.

I am at the top of the mountain now and I see the light. It is basking all around me, encircling me with warmth. I do not see the other runners, for it is just I basking in the glory of the race I’ve now accomplished.