A glimpse of a far country

They locked the door but left the window open.  That is the thing about life that I find the most intriguing.  Have you ever had that sense that there is something more than you can touch or hear or smell or see?  A song behind the music we strain to hear but can only catch a few lilting, haunting strains and wonder if we are hearing things.  As if we are trying to see in the ultraviolet range but never can, no matter how we squint.  We almost see it in a sunset, it stirs in a great piece of music, it pierces our heart in a moment of true and unaffected love, the great stories wring it from our souls, it teases us in the scent of the sweet pea and lily of the valley, a vagrant spring breeze whispers it in the trees.  There is something there, something beyond our mortal senses, something beyond this tedious life.  It is the stirring of the very deeps our souls.  It is that exquisite beauty beyond mortal glory that calls to that in us that was meant to live forever.  We have lost paradise but still we can catch an occasional, fleeting glimpse of Heaven and it invigorates and awakens, if only briefly, something deep within that knows we are but sojourners and strangers in this earthly realm, longing for our true home.  Such is the Kingdom of God, that is why we must enter it, 'as little children,' for children can see and hear that which 'wiser' folk cannot.  Turn your weary heart towards home and listen for the music that is too wondrous to hear with aught but the soul.