Resurrected HOPE
I once lived in the magnificent forest of DESTINY.
I was the master gardener, planting seeds into her reality.
My name is HOPE and I diligently watched over all growing things.
I carried a jar of seeds and I picked the perfect spot for them to proudly beam.
My jar was labeled “PSALMER JOY” and I planted every seed that would appear.
Whether good or bad, I only saw the seed and I planted some far and some so near.
There were no judges nor jury. No words of condemnation were ever heard.
The seed would grow and manifest into its purpose to serve.
Every seed planted had a purpose and this was my sole mission
It gave me life. It gave me strength and meaning. This was my only vision.
No matter what grew, I maintained the forest floor,
Keeping it all in balance despite the chaos
As I trimmed and pruned the overgrowth.
I was the answer for remember my name was HOPE.
As years passed, my jar of seeds became less and soon lighter in weight.
Yet, I remained optimistic. I figured it was just Psalmer’s temporary state.
I just knew she would fill my jar back with her desires and wonderful yearnings.
But things changed and the seeds stopped. I could feel her heart…it was slowly turning.
There was no light…no prayers…no will to follow the light. No will to truly live.
Just thoughts of doom and despair. The darkness in her heart turned it cold as steel.
Nevertheless, I continued to wait. I still had to tend to the remaining trees.
But my strength grew less, year by year, until I felt my last breath leave.
It felt like sleep though. There was no pain. I just needed on little seed of faith.
One seed of faith had the power to call my name!
But it never came!
So I laid motionless. Nothing flowed through my veins.
With no gardener, the forest floor became wild and untamed.
Soon the bad overpowered the good. Her life dramatically changed.
My body now covered under feet of dirt.
I wanted to reach out to her, but she was clouded by her lost and now her constant hurt.
Who would have imagined….
HOPE buried in the darkness of life.
Who would have imagined…
The forest of DESTINY filled with this constant night.
No dreams. No passions. No desires. This could not be right!
Still…I wait….
I wait on Psalmer Joy….I wait on the LADY OF LIGHT!
“I’m coming for you….And you will be just for me, too!”
I feel myself getting closer to my last friend, HOPE.
I come to a thickened forest. She is here. This I know!
I enter into the darkness, pushing away the weeds that entangle my feet.
I push away the negativity, the doubts that try to convince me of my defeat.
I cut down the vines of disappointments, the prickly thorns of rejection.
I step on the poisonous leaves of suicide as I shout, “He doesn’t require perfection!”
I make my way through the overgrowth of my past and I press to find my friend!
I push my way through; knowing she still lives here for HOPE has no true end.
I make my way and I feel the light in me pulsate brighter and stronger.
I finally get to a headstone of someone no longer.
As I get closer, I read it:
“Here lies HOPE, giver of life to all dreams in Psalmer’s heart.
Now, she lie bodily still waiting for LIGHT to enter the dark.
Say the name. Release your faith and her heart will once again start.”
Through my tears and painful sobs, my lips begin to part.
I scream out “JESUS, our blessed HOPE and SAVIOR I never forgot!”
Repeatedly, I say the name of “JESUS” until I am restored all that was lost!
The ground begins to shake and rumble. Then, the grave splits open.
I step back in great anticipation as I see my HOPE rising in slow motion.
She sees me. I see her. The connection is back and my seeds start back flowing.
All my heart’s desires, I put back in her hands as she immediately begins sowing.
His LIGHT meets my HOPE, triggering the end of his mission to restore that which was lost. The last light beam shoots vertically in the sky to the exact location of the “Wellspring of Light”. All my friends have been found, LOVE, PEACE, JOY and HOPE and they beckon me to ascend to our place of wholeness. I dare not delay. I dare not waste another moment. I fly directly into the bright light, knowing the way, knowing that this path is right!
My Joy, continue the journey, all is not lost.
Resurrection is in sight and you will complete the journey.
You will inspire others who lost HOPE but will find it through your writings.
Love Mom
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