Untitled Prose ~ 9-2-09

The sun shone brightly in the rich green meadow. The morning dewdrops lingered on each lovely blade of grass. The emerald haven stretched on for miles; as far as the eye could see. There were beautiful patches of wild flowers, in all the colors of the rainbow. Each flower was a work of art; the marvels of God's creation. Each had its own distinct shape, it's own rare beauty. And in the very middle of this enchantingly gorgeous place, the most beautiful thing of all. The first thing I noticed was the smile. Genuine elation showed on that perfect porcelain face. Eyes closed; face turned heavenward, joy evident in every fiber of His face. I was rendered speechless as He knelt down and gingerly caressed a small Sunflower, whispering in a still, small voice, more calming and reassuring than any I'd ever heard. He smiled, then slowly stood and turned to me. I now realized that I'd slowly been walking towards Him. There was just something about Him that drew me towards Him. I couldn't stop. I met His eyes. At that moment, I knew the truth. It was written all over His face. Neither of us had to say anything. As He studied me, it was as though He was peering into my soul. Reading the writing on the walls of my heart. In a way it hurt, to know that someone else now knew every thought, every desire, every secret, every sin that I'd hidden from the world. But then I began to feel a sense of freedom that I'd never known before. With each second, though He spake no words, His eyes spoke volumes. I now was beginning to realize what I'd been. What I'd done. Who I'd hurt. It nearly broke my heart. It would have, had he not been there reassuring me. I don't know how long we stood there, our eyes locked in that unblinking bond. It could've been days, it could've been seconds. Finally, He was the one to break the spellbinding silence. "It is done," He said. I now noticed that tears had been trickling down my face in streams, but at the same moment I realized that they were not tears of pain or sadness, but tears of relief, thankfulness, and pure joy. I also then realized that I'd begun to smile. I smiled like I hadn't in years. In fact, I doubt I'd ever smiled like that ever. It felt so amazing. He smiled with me. Then He began to instruct me. He spoke as I've never heard a man speak; but then, He was no ordinary man. He spoke of things past, of things to come. He told me of great sorrow, but that it would be accompanied by everlasting joy. And then it happened. I knew it would, sooner or later, but all the same, it almost tore me apart. He looked me in the eye, and I knew. He had to go. How I wished He could stay with me, but that wouldn't be fair. He made a promsie though. "I will always be with you," he said, "In spirit. Think of me, and remember me. I will send my spirit to comfort you, and give you hope and peace." He made such beautiful promises. "One day, I will come for you. I will take you to live in my Father's house, in mansions of glory. Remember me, and hearken unto my words, my daughter, and it will be well with thee." With that, I was sucked away; away from the green grass, the beautiful flowers; away from Him. Now I'm trying my hardest to follow Him, to make Him proud. I will always remember that one perfect morning that I spent with a man named Jesus. I will hold on to His promises until the day he comes to fulfill them.