Where fulfillment is.

Fulfillment.

Heavenly.

Does not a Christian’s joy descend from that Glorified Home,

bestowed by the One on the Great throne?

And that Omnipotent One, in whose likeness we are,

has a perfect plan and purpose

for you, for me,

for this time, the time past, the time to be.

Look! Around you—

Don’t you see the mountains stately in their place?

A bouquet of new leaflets in a pretty blue vase?

The sun’s golden rays on an uplifted face?

Inhale deeply; the lawn was just cut and the scent floods your nose.

Fresh chocolate chip cookies cooling in rows—

The odor of soap on just-laundered clothes.

Hark! from the tree’s spire a bird

spills out her ecstatic song to the Spring.

The snap-crackle of wood fire—so delightful a thing.

A hearty “hello” heralds cheer on the wing.

Feel the warm soil beneath your feet

and cool currents caressing your perspiring brow.

A warm embrace proving constancy far beyond now.

Oh, so many small joys many pages could fill.

How can one describe the awesomeness of a vast night sky

showing pin-pricks of light from a place on High?

The magnificent display at the onset of dark

brilliantly painted across the west—

a plush fluffy pillow for your head rest—

a cup of tea,

a hand to hold,

something new to learn,

a book that's old—

For a moment allow your wandering mind

to wonder at the blessings you find

are yours.

Gifts from a Giver compassionate, kind.

There's no end

of heavenly hours you'll spend

when you spend them recognizing good

that is only made possible by One who would

leave a better place above

so that He could teach us how to Love

all that He created—

all that He is—

all that He fulfills in us.