Bonfire night
The end of a fireworks display always leaves me with a hollow empty feeling.
The show has ended and I am left with . . .
darkness after light
cold empty space
stillness after movement
silence.
Like the futility of a life without hope
It's . . .
an empty gift box
a broken promise
a failed relationship
a lie.
It's all the wrong way round isn't it?
It's . . .
strength replaced by weakness
laughter followed by weeping
marriage overtaken by separation
life conquered by death.
Surely all of this world's glory comes to nothing,
but the glory of God goes on and on.
The world and its desires fade away . . .
. . . but he who does the will of God Lives Forever.
1John 2:17
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2 comments:
Yes... God's love lasts forever which, is marginally longer than the Treacle Toffee which always gets stuck to the roof of your mouth!
There I was reveling in my pretentious prose mood, and you go and spoil it all with a dose of your down to earth humour.
Thanks Paul!
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