Made for another world

"If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in the world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." C. S. Lewis

Friday, July 15, 2011

Five Minute Friday: Loss

I'm linking up with Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday's.We write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing. Link back to the post and invite others to join. Then encourage the writer before us. Head on over if you'd like to join in. (Today is a little different. Lisa Jo is allowing us to bend the rules and write longer, since she did, if we'd like.)

Today's prompt: Loss


At time's dawn. Known in perfect fellowship, face to face. Perfect in freedom, alive in unity with Triune Community, perfect balance. Bare feet padding through pristine mossy glades, jeweled sunshine dappling unblemished skin. Ahh, dwelling. Together in beautiful companionship with each other, with each exquisite creature, with I Am, dwelling. 

First juicy bite, death stained chin quivers, knowing. The soul bleeds out, drenching ground with anguish. Heart beat hushes, her perfect home is deathly still. Stars and angels, serpent and dove,  the Father, all look in grief at the marring of beauty. Loss. In one moment, perfect and utter loss.  Driven from home and Him, wanderers amidst thorns. Time turned in one moment against us all, born into dieing. Each loss born from first loss. 

The world spins to the music of her children's plaintive wail, bereaved from their beginning. Grieving a home they never knew, but know was there. I am one of them, homeless wanderer seeking, never satisfied. Each beautiful moment stirs in me the dream of what was lost, what will one day be found, dwelling. 

Hearts hush at the coming, ears twitch listening hard. Light spilling on all marred by the loss. There in the beginning, witness to tragedy. Light wraps up in flesh and bone, Word pierces time with his being, Home has come to us! What we lost in the beginning, he restored. Death for death and it is done, all made right.

The prophecy rings in my ears and drives me on. The promise of dwelling, all things new, God with his people once again. The stain and sting and sorrow of what has been, swallowed up. Long night gone. Day will last forever, illuminated by the Lamb. Light wrapped in skin, one of us. Loss will be forgotten, as we dwell.

(Boy did I break the rules today!)

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