Love Letters from Heaven Chapter 20 - Welcome Home

Chapter 20-Welcome Home1

My love,2

Today, I took an extra long shower, and took the time today to offer myself some peace.  I fixed my long brown hair in curls on top of my head, and donned the dress of green that I feel so beautiful in.  The satin of the material brushed over my skin causing a tingling as if my body knew what was coming today.  I tied the white sash across my waist and let the ends fall against the full length gown.  Choosing even my jewelry carefully today love, I wore my silver necklace with the pendant of the heart.  Standing in the full length mirror I gazed at myself not in conceit, but in acknowledgement that I was ready…  This day and age affords us no luxuries love, not even the luxury of time.  As the years progress and industry picks up things such as these moments of quality will be lost…It is for this reason love, that I do what I must today.3

Today, I’ve returned to the house.  Standing outside gazing at the darkened windows, I realize it’s been far too long that I’ve been here.  My hand found the railing and soon enough the door knob and as I opened the door sunlight filtered into the darkened interior of this, love’s home.  Awareness, of the building of this home slowly creeps on me and forces me to stand where I am reminiscing the day it was created.  Lovingly crafted of only the finest materials, this home is a testament to love.  Each room is infused with the energy of love over the years and each beam, support; structure was created SOLELY to house love.  It is an ever changing wonder and despite my time away from it, I know this is as much a part of me as is the heart that beats in my chest.  For it is there that it all began….4

Before crossing the threshold my eyes adjust to the darkness and take in the scene.  The past echoes here … Ghostly transparent figures dance across the foyer in my minds eye and I smile recognizing the party of two… The lights sway softly illuminating the entrance in the colors of the festivities of the season as again the transparent figures welcome our guests into our home.  The quiet clinking of glasses is heard and laughter resounds in my mind of the toasts that have been shared.5

Stepping in the doorway, and shutting the world behind me as I closed the door, I am immediately transported into a deep vacuum of silence.  Dust particles float lazily in the sunlight that streaks in through the windows.  I made my way to the library that holds the volumes of stories and letters written in love among the classical pieces and works of art.  Drawn to a particular book, I blow dust of the spine of it as I reach for what I know awaits me inside this chapter.  6

Pulling the book off its shelf and blowing gently on it to clear more dust away, I open the pages that are miraculously clean and do not show the wear of time.  Without a sound, a piece of paper falls out fluttering like a butterfly cutting through the untouched air.  Grabbing for it, I begin with a smile to read the notes of the past.7

“In the deep chamber of the heart, I keep the passages of our love, our chapter and guard it with ferocity….  Locked away in the library of dreams, in this, the house of love I alone know that you exist in my heart.  Even in secret I welcome you, once the unwitting guest, now the permanent light…“8

I folded the paper again and put it back from whence it came and flip a few more pages reading more of the past come to life in my present.9

“Do you know what it is to be drunk with love?  Let me tell you my love, what it is like to experience euphoria beyond any definition.  Euphoria that reduces your vocal intonation to nothing more than soft gasps and long sighs.  Euphoria that causes all sense of time to be lost when swimming in the pool of your soul as gazed through your eyes…  This is what it means love.  This feeling I receive while we dance together oblivious to all around us.  This foyer has become our stage and we dance the perfectly poised stars on the brink of brilliant creation, witnessing the miracle of each other through our love…”10

Closing the book softly as I close my eyes lost in thoughts of all this house has seen, I place the book back on the shelf knowing exactly where it fits.  Walking slowly I take in the volumes of books tracing my finger along the edges of them and all the stories they contain.  11

I could have been blind and still known my way through this house of my love…  Making my way up the steps that I alone know so well in the house of love I’ve built, I find myself in the bedroom of blue…where dust coated candles lay dormant ready and waiting to offer their warmth and light to those that would seek it.  I’m reminded again of the past as it flutters into my peripheral vision as sweetly as if it were the present moment 12

“As I gaze in awe upon your form, that which the moon was created to shine down upon.  I wonder “How can I be so lucky?” 13

Sitting on the edge of the bed amidst the dust of the past, clashing with the possibilities of the present I am struck with a sense of overwhelming peace, love, hope, fear, and joy.  It’s only when I acknowledged those things that I realized, my love… I am home.14

The words of my written past play like the symphony upon my starved ear and I receive them all.  I smile and welcome all the echoes of our spirit and form to dance upon my eyes that I may be full again.  Extinguishing the despair of loneliness inside me, and awakening the fire of belief I lay back upon the bed mute with all that I feel.  Tears cascade slowly down my cheeks in release of their longing and joy at the possibilities of love again…  And for the first time in as long as I can remember, I feel complete.  15

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