Divine Intervention?

So I'm writing a paper on J.R.R. Tolkien and the Lord of the Rings, when (get this) the Music score to the movie comes on my Pandora station.






Accident?



I think not.


Hopefully this means I'll get an A.

Spilt Milk

Pearly waves baptize the kitchen table.

They break upon the plateau’s edge and like the world of a bygone age,

Drip endlessly over the side, into No Man’s Land.

A voice from above, Almighty and Fearsome as God,

Rattles my ears and my heart.

Angry footsteps, clanking dishes assault this tiny earth.

They send Peace and Communion fleeing whence they came.

A Furry monster of the deep emerges and laps up the silent current.

Gravity has done it’s foul deed and so entices the hungry beast.

Again, that terrifying strain hails upon my red ears,

Now commanding the fiend back, back into it’s orange carpeted prison.

Order is slowly restored as the waves are swept back

By giant five appendaged, fleshy creatures.

They clasp snow-white Bandages and proceed to cover a multitude of sins.

This flat earth is whole once again, shining from its recent flood.

The only dripping now comes from my eyes.

I see a bleary hand reach for my shaking shoulders, and I hiccup in fear.

The anticipated rebuke is slow in coming though.

Indeed it is indefinitely delayed as my perceived terrorist

Draws me near and bowing His great head as though in prayer,

places a firmlipped kiss upon my unworthy brow.

                                                “Save that here,

Those are my best days, when I shake in Fear”

-John Donne, Holy Sonnet 19

Every once in awhile I think about dying.

It's usually when I'm on a plane, going to the doctor or some other "life-threatening" destination where I consider what it would be like to leave this body behind for awhile and see my God face to face.
I try to imagine life eternal, standing before the king, finally whole.

These thoughts usually bring immense joy and longing followed by a sadness. I always feel a bit guilty for this sadness. Shouldn't I be absolutely giddy at the thought of finally entering my Father's domain? I should long for it with every once of my being, right?

I was having these same thoughts today after going to the clinic, and that feeling crept up on me again. The usual guilt filled me but at that moment there was some clarity.

I don't want to die yet.

I don't want to die because I don't know who I am.

Alright, so theoretically I know who I am. We've covered this, I'm me, a child in the image of my father God Almighty.

But I want to know what I can do, what God can do through me. I want to give something to this world before I leave it. I want to say "Hey world, you suck sometimes, but here's a little gift from me to you. I hope it's made you a little brighter than before".

Who knows though, right?
Who the heck knows our final hour?

I can think of Someone, and I bet you can too.

So if it's in ten minutes, ten years or 52 and half years I'm not gonna complain.

Because regardless of the hour you can bet your sweet bottom I won't be thinking about all the things I didn't get to do here on earth when I'm before the King.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done. On earth as it is in heaven.
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