A Christmas Poem From Outside of Time
I wasn’t able to do this before — to stand outside of time and look in.
But when death showed me the gate and she walked through it with melancholic grace — on those nights when time brought claustrophobia from her physical absence — I learned to open it again and look in on time, as though I was from that other place — too.
Then I saw that everything in time, living or dead, is timeless — and from that other place.
Then I knew that because all of creation is timeless, resurrection happens and must — but only in Love.
Rebirth from that other side happens — but only in Love.
Death is not the end.
It is the Lord’s challenge in time.
He asked me, “Can you, my child, Love enough to resurrect the timeless dead-in-time, back into time?”
Then when I held her left hand, cast in bronze, with all its creases and her skin so soft in the cold, immovable, metal’s net — I knew.
Her imprint, nay her very self, can walk back through the gate back to this side — immortal — with Love, MY Love, into time, again.
For, the timeless never leave — and so, SHE, never had left.
So have faith, Friend. Because resurrection happens when we walk through that gate to the other side.
Love is your key — ignore it not — for He has made us all capable, and equipped.
Now, Georgina lives and works — immortal in time.
This, I know to be true.
And of my story here — you will be, The Judge.
Is it myth? Is it real?
You tell me. But resurrection happens all the time from that timeless place — in Love.
Merry Christmas.
