Thinking About Eternity

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My Brother at Riverside National Cemetery, the burial place for my father, mother, and two uncles.

 

Last fall, I began studying Revelation, the last book of the Holy Bible. I finished the study a few weeks ago. Between September and May, my view of God, eternity, my purpose, and my Lord Jesus Christ expanded and cleared.

The Book of Revelation is awesome and mysterious, mind-blowing and otherworldly. Breathtaking, frightening, and humbling. Heavy and hopeful.

During those thirty weeks of study, the world kept on turning, but nothing really changed: War, ugly politics, terror strikes. Back to school, Thanksgiving, Christmas. Controversial laws, Happy New Year, Marvel movies. Fall, winter, spring.

Death continued as usual. My Uncle Marshall died in April, and he received a military funeral in honor of his service during the Vietnam War.

My brother, sister, and I walked through the cemetery with a map, searching for the gravestones of our parents. As we crossed the fields, I thought about bodies resting just a few feet below. The grass was lush and long, which made for awkward steps.

So, my sister and I removed our shoes.

Thinking about eternity
As stones declare their silent truth:
Death shall come.

A living green, a grassy field
Disguising rows of shoveled holes
All deep and locked.

Waterfalls and shimmering lakes
A bugler mourns his brother’s work
Day is done.

Etched in stone, beloved names
Born and lived and died, and now
They see God’s face.

Thinking about eternity
When they and I shall meet again
In endless Light.

And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light. (Revelation 22:5)


Darla McDavid

I'm Darla, a writer of stories about family, friends, goodness, and God. I love cats, coffee, gardening, and tall stacks of books. Click here to subscribe to my blog. You can also find me on Facebook and Instagram. In my other life, I'm an administrative professional and a Sunday School teacher for preschoolers.

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  1. So beautiful – and yes the study on Revelation has also put things in perspective for me and for the first time in 3 yrs I feel as I am finally emerging from my grief. My journal is full of rambling thoughts but it is the first time I have put them down on paper. It is so comforting knowing Tom is with our Lord, whom he loves so much, singing and worshiping Him as I type this and in His presence. Who would have thought it would be the book of Revelation – the book of promise and hope to draw me out. Thank you for this beautiful poem. I am putting this in my bible in Revelation – hugs!!

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  2. I’m driving to Kansas for an extra trip this month, Darla. My mom got the wrong medications and I have to meet with her new doctor, but I also want to take flowers for my dad’s tombstone. Like you, I take off my shoes and walk the area. It’s a special time for me to talk to him, and to the friends and neighbors buried nearby.
    Lovely post, Darla.

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    • Wrong medications? Oh, that’s terrible. Did she become ill from them? Thank God she has you to make things right again. I’m glad you’ll be able to have time to honor your father. I’m smiling as I imagine you there with flowers and all those wonderful memories of him.

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