Almost every time I write some prose it is because a title comes to mind first. Then the first stanza sets the format and it continues from there. I was just thinking about the various phases of life we all go through, the various transitions that take place.
Transitions Growing:
Learning:
Loving:
Yearning:
Believing:
Grieving:
Leaving:
Arriving:
Living:
mAt 11/4/24
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Remembering my late wife's birthday of 10/20, I decided to post this in her honor. Clicking this link or on the picture will display it in its original slideshow format. Or if you prefer, plain text
We have always known
there is a great unknown, sometimes a lifelong unknown, at least until we have grown, growing out of ourselves putting our inner child behind and facing the facts of life. We have always felt it, a great void to fill. Many times we scramble, doing all kinds of crazy to fill it, but almost nothing can. Perhaps the love of another will do, but even that is incomplete. We have to stop running away from it or hiding from it. That great unknown, ever present, gnawing on our insides, how empty and painful it can be. Perhaps the Great Known will solve the puzzle and fill the void. We all know, if we're honest, the solution to our greatest need. We see Him all around, every day, but for too long we ignore Him until hopefully, meekly, we just get up, open the doorway, the one to our hearts and let Him in. Tis a solitary pursuit for most till we stop long enough to hear the absolute quiet tranquility of our aloneness. Only then can we detect His still small voice and begin to learn again. We we find, Lord willing, is what we've always felt, that the great unknowns of life were created by the Great Known, our Creator God, who wants us to know Him as much as He wants to know us. Unlearn this world so you can learn of its Creator. Embrace Him and live while time remains. Don't get stuck in the muck of this life, instead look towards the life to come. mAt 10/02/24
1Th 5:5 Ye are all the children of light, and the children of the day: we are not of the night, nor of darkness.
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