The beauty of the past, all memories turned to
gold by time, is a pointer to the future.

The history of your life is like beads on a string,
In each reflected: the untold glory of heaven.

Such heavy shifting

One life is full of treasures : what memories are in your heart?

Peer through them
and pray to see further beyond.

Look

with your whole life
and you will see depth beyond all depth ; a height above all height.

The heart of God beats like an earthquake. Momentous and titanic. Dense and invisible.

I yearn for this above all things
(these sideways glimpses of eternity)

I am floored. I am on my knees.