Early morning tea, watching the new day begin; Drops of diamond on emerald with the friendliest flower waving gently in the breeze; Resting in the cool shade of an old, old tree; Listening to a robin and blackbird symphony; The touch of loved one’s hand; Their laugh; A child’s laugh; Warm bread smell.
Others may have different Pieces to make up their world, their Heaven on Earth, but these are mine – my Little Pieces of Heaven.
Yes, I am aware that this is early, but it is time to me.
Down-covered limbs reaching for Glory; Wind cries “Stay inside! Don’t wander from your hearth!”; We rest for the coming year amid bright red and green; Spice and sweet fills the home; The promise of the Savior’s entrance shining ever brighter; Holy and to be Praised is our Lord, the One Who gives us this season of Joy.
When you use a sacred and beautiful instrument intended to exalt God (or to be used for His purposes or for all things good and pure, or else to warn and chastise), for unholy and base purposes, you profane and abuse one of the basic needs of humanity.
In this you flaunt your own wretchedness, you only show how unknowingly lost in darkness and full of despair you are.
Will you not turn from this? Why do you seek that which destroys you and eats up your soul as acid on flesh? You think you live, but you are dead, you think you are in control, but it is you who are controlled.
Will you not be free? Will you not be made whole and perfect? Will you not be made as clean as a New Zealand stream?
Soft evening sunlight; Pleasant breeze ruffling the Aspen; Ice cream flowing over the tongue; Red Mother’s Day flowers swaying over the balcony; Mother and younger brother drinking coffee and speaking of great and worldly things; Rocks aglow and tall; Pen unable to express the goodness and greatness of the Giver, from Whom all the holder’s blessings flow.
A breath of Autumn in the air; Leaves slow dance to the ground; Smell of rich, sweet food in the kitchen; Comfort of a too-big, soft sweater; Warmth of merry flames; Hot spiced drinks beside it; A feathered pen and paper with which to write one’s thoughts; Thanksgiving stomach-busters; Colors so bright and warm; Feeling of comfort and anticipation.
I hope you enjoyed this first attempt at putting feelings into words, specifically what makes Heaven on Earth.
There will be more to come, and until then, be blessed.