Joining with First Friday writers- five minute of writing with no worries, no editing, just writing. This week’s prompt: Release
Rummaging through the clutter that has become my life I am stopped by memories and moments that flash as beacons lighting the way home. Signposted flashes of purpose and meaning wrapped in first grade finger-painting and crayon-written notes.
Waves of melancholy swell as I unwrap each crafted gift of life. Life suspended in photos of bbq slathered grins and wake-boarding feats. Life grasped and tallied, desperate to stop its march, long enough to bask in the wonder of those moments – so perfect – that heaven opens wide its arms to give a glimpse of eternity.
Yet somewhere in the grasping I’m gently reminded: faith is the assurance of things hope for, the evidence that Life is not a rummaging through the past, but releasing to the future…
a dove released to find signs of Life – branches of hope –
hope crafted in the midst of waiting,
hope created in the midst of rain
hope colored brilliant in sunlight..
And suddenly in the wave of melancholy I am reminded that holding on too tight only brings sore muscles
Better to open wide my arms, open wider my eyes
make room for eternity as I simply smile at all the beacon lit moments I’ve been given
… leading me home.