Touray

In the midst of everything, it was as if the tide was rolling, and I could hear the horrible wailing before a storm. Calm, that’s all I wanted was the calm. But who doesn’t want calm when there is calmity all around? Who knows when the shore will be there? Who knows when sand will be touched again? Who knows when the grainy portions will find its way across the side of an unsuspecting face. Then just without noticing a hand  would come to wipe the face and fill the face with more sand. Because at the beach there is no way to escape what is all around. Just like now, in the midst of a boat, in the middle of the night traveling to and fro, wishing for land. Knowing that there is one assurance. The boat is ultimately strong and has never once let me down……

As water was pouring over my face today I thought of what it would be like to be in heaven. After we all get settled in, after judgement, and meetings. When we settle in our own place. It said that the Lord has many rooms in His house and he’s prepared one for us. I imagine that the Lord knows me better than I know myself. My room must have a wonderful view. Out of one window there must be rolling hills of green grass giving way to a cascade of blue mountains along the edges of my view. In the other window there is a sea, gray and steady, The sun loves the resting it’s head upon the shore. God must visit me, God must have tea. I’ve asked Him many times to join in my temporal meals. He tells me thats for you just eat. I can’t wait until I see what he feast on. He said that He has meat that we know not of, that day, I guess I will know. It is so hard not to leave this place all together a fall completely in love with the blue and the sunlight, and the Son’s light.

Can I take myself down to the swan lake,

Can I dance with you,

Can I look my gaurdian in the eyes,

Can I speak with you,

Upon the sea we grow wings,

Upon the night air we sing,

And grow close,

So much closer.

To our everlasting King

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