Imagine That (FmF)
Imagine what it will be like when we open our eyes and see clearly for the very first time.
When all around are those we love who went before us. There at the table people are laughing and smiling bigger than ever.
And as you stand there with your mouth gaped open you see him. He’s much better than anything you could imagine.
His eyes are deep and when you look into them you get lost because of their depth.
You are drawn to him with a pull like no other you’ve ever known.
And all you can do is stare. Stare at the hands outstretched to you. You see the holes he left there.
And you know he knows you. Just like the times he sat with you when everyone else left.
He puts his hand on your shoulder and you feel a warmth that radiates your whole being.
And he speaks your name. And then you cry.
Because you’ve heard that voice before. It was the voice that tried to comfort you when you lost one loved one after another. The same voice that told you,
“It’s going to be okay.”
And you know what? He was right. You’re with him now. Forever.
Linking up with Lisa Jo Baker at Five minute Friday.
About Anne Peterson
I write words you can feel, sometimes they rhyme. If I'm not writing, I'm telling stories from my head, to little ones who call me grandma.