Oh-Ma-Hah

Together we sat. The daylight flickered in and out as the clouds veiled the waning sun. Soon, the majestic purple mountains would slice through the light and the midnight blue would overtake the vast array of oranges and yellows. But, there we sat, together on a precipice of rock that jutted out over an abyss of evergreen trees.


The trees seemed to be an expansive ocean of green with a few outcroppings of dormant aspen trees. Such trees, trees who fought one another in the Garden are bare this time of year, but the Appalachians are still brimming with beauty. The hues of sunset - fading from a fiery red all the way into a beautiful swirl of blue; meet the land where the greenery, which stretches as far as the eye can see, spreads a thick blanket of grass under our perch. Gazing out into this surreal scenery sends chills down my spine. And then, as I continue to sit, the cool breath of God sends those chills back up.


My gaze turns to the newly lit stars as my thoughts drift to the wispy Aspens. Their bare arms must be so cold, and so they sit - calling out, pleading with God to warm them with new clothes. They beg for mercy, for a second chance.


A second chance - as we sit together we both lean in for a second chance.


The flannel blanket underneath to protect us from the wintry stone. We huddle together to warm each other. We knew we were in for a long haul - as it always goes when waiting for heaven's fireworks. So we twitch closer together and pull another blanket over our legs.


Soon enough the first slice of sun was cut away by the mountain. Piece by piece the jagged teeth swallowed away our source of warmth and light. As the sun passed away and the winds continued to howl we began to lose feeling in our hands. Although my sense of touch was missing I could still feel the sensation of her hand in mine. As the midnight blue enveloped the entirety of our canopy we lean back and slid into sleeping bags.


Together we lay -- Her head resting on my shoulder; together pleading for mercy - mercy for the long haul. Then, as the skies open and the twinkling lights of Heaven's courts opened session - it seemed that their deliberation was complete. The lights of heaven shined down on us, piercing the frigid night, and we knew their answer. We knew by the inner warmth that we had recieved our second chance - we knew - but we lay there. We lay there together.