Facing Eternity
By
Radiance Angelina Petro
The three-dimensional field of our lives drowns in detail.
The rhythm we recognize as living, and our attempts to resist the wind,
are all part of a vast, uncontrollable sea.
Yet somehow, we are light-seeking,
somehow we are solar-following,
somehow, and just when we reach the edge of understanding,
gravity sees us to our graves.
He wants our participation in pursuing wholeness.
Somehow, the seeds of his mercy migrate by means of the wind,
and they find us at our most drifting though the summer of our lives.
There is a Japanese legend that civilization was born
the first time someone gave someone else a flower.
The ever-true gardener lives for beauty, and when he touches us,
a rose blooms in our heart.
He knows we are solar-opening, and his glance and guidance
are timeless light. And the difficult uprooting from our lives to be transplanted
in his garden is needed, and it hurts.
“There are benefits to grieving,” he says,
“such as paradise. Come, face eternity with me.”
