Shadows

One day the shadows in my heart will fall asleep.
They will forget how to darken the space,
They will be forgotten altogether.

Nighttime will be a concept.
Twilight, in all its romanticized luster, will lose its purpose.

All will be bright when the light of His countenance shines,
When the prayers of sinner-turned-saints are answered,
And the long-awaited glory walks among His people.

When all those who are truly alive desire the same thing,
Questions will be answered and a new questions asked.
They will live in absolute awe, and unending wonder.

The glimpses caught while shadows existed, will be the reality,
Because of Him who is more than anyone ever has been,
And whose very being is larger than imagination.

***

Yet here I crouch, imagining it,
With a heart shadowy as ever.

I glimpse into that world,
And a spark of wonder flickers.

The shadows flinch.
They scramble about the twilight,
Wreaking whatever havoc they can,
Waiting desperately for night,
Ignoring what they know to be true:

This is not twilight.
This is a sunrise.

And when the Son rises, 
I will rise with Him.

My shadows are doomed.