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A Love Letter
1-20-11

 

A love letter to the past:

There are certain love letters that never made it home. You know the kind – when the pride of life got in the way, your thoughts got all crisscrossed and things were said that you wished you could take back.

When the hands of time said it was all over and the bars of the door had been slammed shut. Even on that dark night of so long ago. Back so long ago decades before.

Even after all this time some things never seem to heal like you wished they would. The pain of regret is a constant reminder that will hound you for the rest of life. A silent echo of how things could have been. But why the hope, the longing, the collection of thoughts? Like the frozen butterfly suspended in its resin of eras past you are just looking to communicate and make your peace…

In a jail cell we sit day after day. Our minds wander to day’s gone past, misty images and recollections of moments where time stood still.

Even when age advances and wrinkles appear, the time was etched by a single thought. The thought was clear, beautiful and filled with cheer.

Love really will transcend all space and time and even in the case of a truly broken heart – will never give up hope that forgiveness can be made.

Mercy is all that can be asked when the blame has firmly been cast. The chains of the heart firmly within.

There are always those who need to be forgiven to cry tears of joy after all the tear ducts have run dry. Like pouring water on a dusty dry soul that needs to hear those words – “I forgive you”.

It’s the love someone can give to that person who has lost all hope to have their heart go free after being chained for so long.

Life is a struggle and the older it seems – we look for that love, that safety and closure within. Like a person who makes amends before he dies, maybe his life was a crash & burn but, at that right moment of time – he will get a parole to walk out of his cage to make his peace, to breathe the air and to smile again.

And to that person who said hello – may God richly bless your soul.

For in that moment –

Time will once again stand still….

For Jesus Christ is that love within.

 

Scott Sepanek

TheRaptureCult.com

Scott.Sepanek@yahoo.com

 

Please let someone’s soul go free & tell them you care. And pass this letter on to someone who cares for you.

And let the revolution begin