It’s Ok, take heart, my dear.
We are all time-travelers here.
Too often between the future and past,
We strike ourselves down with shame and fear.
Just yesterday you held a dove
And felt to fly on wings of love
Today is darkness, cold and dry
It seems that love was meant to die.
I am crying now for you, my dear.
My heart is broken, I want you near.
Then I remember that you really are here
The time-bound space sheds a lonely tear.
Tomorrow you will sing again
And feel to embrace the souls of men
Today is faith, of one small light
A step in the dark to continue the fight.
I want you to remember this, my dear.
We travelers have a great task to bear.
While we move about the linear path
Forward and backward, stuck with that math
The real struggle is not the travel
But being present to let time unravel.
Here is a place that you can greet
Justice and Mercy, as they meet.
It has happened before, it will happen still more
The eternal is now, with great joy in store.
The eternal is here, remembering and hoping,
The eternal is here, unbound and singing.
There is no need for too much reflection
Nor focusing more on the finite perception
Though the glass can give reference, I want to be clear–
Heaven is real! Not caught in a mirror.
(Poem by Lexie Orvin. May 2017)