Forever. It’s a word that seals two words together and conjures up hazy images for most people. It’s a word used in countless songs to describe how long love will last…or how long thoughts will linger. We don’t know exactly how long forever is. We only know forever is forever…a very, very long time.
As for me…I can barely fathom the hopeless feeling a person must get when they ponder the extent of forever apart from a living, loving God. Can you imagine what sort of aching in the heart must exist for the person who believes eternal blackness awaits them? While I know, with all my being, that life came from life…there are billions of people who believe life arose from non-living matter. They don’t bother to explain where that matter came from in the first place. It’s as if the matter doesn’t matter.
All that matters is the here and now…what we can know with our five senses. Well, my emotions and my thoughts and my logic and my reason don’t emerge from my five senses.
Life came from life. God, the only sovereign, eternal being, created us. And He’s made a way for us to live forever and be with Him forever. It doesn’t matter that we don’t know the extent of that time. We can know it’s basically time without end. Knowing that…I’m glad forever is forever. How about you? Do you have the confidence of forever in your heart? Or do you feel helpless and hopeless like the person in this poem?
Forever Is Forever
Silence hanged over the night
Like an English fog over the bay.
The moon was a million silver candles
Shining through a black velvet curtain.
I heard the wind sing through the grass
And a coyote howl on a hill.
“Forever is probably like this, I thought,
And if it is, I won’t be around to know it;
So what of it?”
That must be why there are questions.
If they all had answers
That we knew of,
We wouldn’t ask them.
Yes, forever is a night,
But a night passes on
While forever is forever.
Will there always be the foggy silence?
The million silver candles?
The black velvet curtain?
Will there always be the singing wind?
And coyote’s howl?
These things we can only ponder,
And we may ponder…