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A love letter

A love letter
My son, how I do love You.
I watch as your tiny, helpless form shivers in the cold. I see as Your delicate fingers grasp nothingness, then discover Your tiny mouth. I smile as you contentedly suck your fist, and then slowly doze off. My Angels all giggle as You smile Your first smile, the innocent, precious smile only an infant can muster. Heaven gazes on as Your mother holds you close. Our hearts beat as one.
My precious Son, welcome to one of My finer creations.

My son, how I do love you.
My eyes light with delight as Your chubby, two-year-old body takes its first steps. The hosts of Heaven wince as You also take Your first fall. You sniff, but are so determined! My angels cheer You on as You climb back onto your feet and toddle, partially crawling, partially running, back over to Your mother for praise. Soon, You're up again and exploring Your small house. You discover that wooden spoons and clay pots make a delightful sound, and that doggies don't. All of Heaven laughs as the puppy barks, putting a surprised expression on Your face, as You fall backwards onto Your plump bottom. Your father smiles as he sets You back up and chases the dog out of the kitchen.
My curious Son, welcome to Your new world.

My Son, how I do love You.
How You blush when the girl across the street smiles at you! You grin back the impish smile of a teenager, and rush back into the house with the potatoes. Immediately, You rush into the wash room to scrub Your face /again/. You sigh and prod those stubborn pimples. Angels smile as You do. You're growing up rather handsome. You run back into the kitchen to help Your mother peel the potatoes.
My self-conscious Son, welcome to the world of Love.
Just in case you were wondering, the girl across the street thought You were cute.

My Son, how I do love You.
You grow up so fast! My angels all nod with understanding as You tell yet another parable. I hear You talking to Me, asking Me to bless the food. I do. You smile as you tell Your followers to hand out the bread and fish. The hosts of Heaven's mouths grow wide as yet another person is served. They groan as, later, Peter nearly drowns, the silly man. He had yet to learn what "Faith" is.
My loving Son, thank You for helping make Me clear to My world.

My Son, how I do love You.
Heaven watches in indescribable sadness as we watch Your last days unfold. We hang our heads at the selfish betrayal of Judas, and there is audible crying across Heaven as You are tortured unmercifully. We all behold as You drag Your own cross to Your execution place, and labor with You as You struggle to breathe. Heaven covers its eyes as the nails are driven, as if watching a terribly sad horror movie. Then, finally, there is the sad, terrible silence that only comes when you have cried all you can and there is nothing left to do but sit and watch. For eight hours, we watch.
Then, finally, on the strike of the ninth, You cry out to Me. "My beloved Father, why did You abandon me? Then all of Earth shakes as You speak Your final words. "My Father, My Love, I give You My spirit."
At the final, rasping breath, My Hosts, My angels, my guardians, and Myself all turn our heads. We cannot bear to see the filth.
All of the land is eerily quiet, as if realizing and mourning its terrible, terrible loss.



Yes, I wrote this myself. It'sbad but still no sticky fingers.
ILU Jesus! Thank you for everything (and more, much more!) above and below. You rock. XD

posted by Kathryn at 12/14/2005 10:05:00 PM