The wind blows over it and is gone and the place remembers it no more Psalm 103

Sometimes I sit alone by a fire a cold winter storm cracks the glass in the window panes and pushes the branches of the trees into a mad rushing. Apart from the light of the fire there is nothing but the blackness of night and the wind howling past. How like life my cold winters night. I have the fire the chair the roof above my head the realities of my world that bring me comfort and security but at my back ‘I always hear times winged chariot drawing near'. Too soon a knock at the door will echo through my house and I will be compelled back into the night from where I came. Like a sleepwalker I entered into my dwelling but from where I don't know and when the time comes I will walk back into the unknown again leaving all I love and know behind me. I want to stay but I know I cannot the chair and the fire remain mute bystanders to my passing. Soon all knowledge of my presence will be forgotten in the long passage of eternity.

I'm scared and try to bury myself in the present but time ' hath a wallet at its back' and soon all this will end and I will be gone. I need a hope that takes me beyond the darkness' . I am the light of the world' said Jesus I believe that God had to show the light that his coming was a necessity without which the meaningless of it all would overwhelm our souls. The hope of something more something better resides within us no matter what non-believers say the mystery to me is that it need not be there we can survive without it. But it is there and thus the coming of Christ becomes the seed of everlasting life which we need to make sense of it all. ' Opium of the people' they say but opium is a choice that we can do without Christ is not.

Melissa beach Goa Sri Lanka