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In solitude, I ponder life’s meaning.

I have looked but not really seen.

Because a window is open


does not mean the air is full of light.

Perhaps, I have played too many games—

evenings and mornings—


drinking in foolishness with my coffee

and failed to heed a lesson given. Or,

perhaps, I barely listened. But I am asking you


now, God. There is so much to ponder,

as I gaze upon the tree line,

where just last week another doe came


bolting through the yard. At first,

I thought it was a dog. But no dog leaps

with such magnificence. No, not even


the greyhound. I know that. I see that.

So why not the rest? If there’s really a verse for

every answer, two for every question, and no


mystery at all behind heaven’s gate—

only later to be revealed along with our freedom—

then I have gambled. I have argued


concerning that which remains hidden

in the darkness. I have seen, but only

a shadow in the fog. God, what have I lost?

Posted in response to discussions at Autumnrose, Father Joe, and The Bereans.

Hope and faith will both come to an end when we die. But love will remain. Love is eternal. Love comes from God and returns to God. When we die, we will lose everything that life gave us except love. The love with which we lived our lives is the life of God within us. It is the divine, indestructible core of our being. This love not only will remain but will also bear fruit from generation to generation.

When we approach our deaths let us say to those we leave behind, “Don’t let your heart be troubled. The love of God that dwells in my heart will come to you and offer you consolation and comfort.”