Stories of Eternity

In the stillness of the night, in the quiet of the shadows, your thoughts draw you off to once familiar places. You hear forgotten voices speaking in wonder or joy or awe. How in the darkness you can see sunlight, and taste the winds of summers past, and gaze into the billowing clouds white on the horizon drifting along like old three masted schooners heading for some unexplored shore is but the faintest taste of grace. No matter the worries of the moment there is the vision of concord, of reaching another shore, of crossing over to a new land in a newness of being. Loneliness seems sometimes a constant companion that will not leave you be. God is the God who grants solitude, and the hope of perfect union. Joy is seeing Joy in another's eyes, or on their face, or hearing it in their voice, or in their laughter. When the oppressed are set free, when like God we are able to extend a bit of grace, something unalterable occurs, and nothing can take it away. In the stillness of the night, in the quiet of the shadows, sometimes you see everything as it really is. God is whispering in your ear telling you stories of eternity.