It’s always been there and it always will be. Described by a man thousands of years ago when he was on an island in the Mediterranean (Patmos). Eternal joy. Gator was given a two second glimpse of that years ago. It was pretty good. Ask him about it, Gator loves to share these things.
Gator’s family has been given some of those enticing and wondrous glimpses into that joy too. What a gift it is. I am certain that quite a few of you reading this have experienced the curtain of life pulled aside briefly. We wait behind that curtain for our part in the play and it is irresistible to peek. There is something, there is everything, there is wonder and amazement just so close to us. Often, without even knowing it, we are given a sneak preview of the grand production that is real life.
Gator has written about these things as long as he has been writing. Most of it falls a bit short and looses also in translation by the editor. After all, if Gator was able to write well, he wouldn’t have to keep trying to get it right. Close sometimes but always in need of a sequel to flesh it out again. Like this one. Perhaps this time he will get a bit closer and capture even his own attention.
There is that writing that Gator mentioned in the first sentence. It was written by a man named John. He saw what we all yearn for. Meaning to his life. Gator, a musician, really resonates with this vision as it has a lot of music in it. Can you even imagine a breath taking song that you could listen to…well.. forever, and never tire of it’s beauty? Never ending as the slow breath of a perfect wave slapping the bass against your bow. The music of the spheres at night that are the innumerable stars, all singing just to you because of love. Things like that.
Music that sings of that beauty. About that beauty and to the author and creator of the song of beauty. An eternal song that never grows weary and is always fresh and stunning again and again as it reaches farther than the small galaxy that sings along. Gator and his family once sang a song echoing that a small way. They sang a prayer that went on for a few hours and when it was done, the clock in that room had stopped running at the precise time they began. Appropriate.
There is a place that sings these things and has been doing them for over twenty years. Non stop. Gator turns on his computer and puts on the headphones early and listens and watches for a bit. Different people taking the yoke of beauty in a room of worship that never stops. In a very small way, echoing that vision given thousands upon thousands of hours ago on that little island in a sea that Gator has traveled. No time has passed, no ceasing needed. Beauty forever to the creator of beauty It’s pretty good. Jack Gator