Today, I am blind.
With eyes squeezed shut I reach out
for your hand.
I stagger and want to open one eye to see for myself,
but my vision is cloudy even on your clearest days.
Help me be content with your hand gripping mine
as we step down together.
Teach me to understand the pain of others,
to find and without shame
hold them as you hold me.
This is eternity.
Eventually, you will love as God loves. Once you are able to receive this gift, you will be bound to share it, not out of obligation or even gratitude, but simply because it cannot be contained. Once divine love lodges in your heart, it will swell and must be let out. This is eternity.
Speak as thunder speaks.
When you feel chased by dark things, call out and I will come. When you are discouraged and feel sadness settling in without explaining itself, lift your face and cry out for my tears to mingle with yours. We will cry together and mourn for that which is no more. Then we will heal.
Live your dream. Speak as thunder speaks, often softly from a far distance, occasionally as a great cannon bellowing smoke and ash.
The ink of divine love
Let your questions flow to God without fear. He knows you completely. The ways He prepares for you will be everything you need. Do not fret because your view of tomorrow remains dim or because you cannot decipher your own timetable.
Allow yourself to experience Peace. It will free your pen in a way that will cause the ink of divine love to flow in such quantity that it will spill over the sides of any vessel you try to contain it in.