Today I awoke to a beautiful letter from someone who is very precious to me. She reminded me again, with her perfect words, how dear is life and all it holds here on earth. I realized once more that I am not ready to give up this life I have loved and hope to love for a while more.
In the early '90s I came upon a CD titled City of Gold, produced in the UK. It's a collection of music, poetry and prose. Track 14 is simply titled Heaven. On this track Adrian Plass reflects, in his perfect English accent, on what he loves on earth and hopes to find in heaven. "Tell me there will be kites to fly, the kites they say you can control, although I never did for long." "Tell me there will be friends to meet....and summer evenings lapping lazily against familiar shores of sweet familiar lands, inhabited by silence or nonsenses.."
He speaks of his love for season changes..."Autumn's burning sadness that has always made me cry for things that have to end." But the words with which he closes his reflections are what always impact me the most; "Have mercy on my foolishness, Dear Lord. I love this world You made. It's all I know."
I echo those words this morning.
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