Story

I love story. Truly I do. And always will. Of the best of them I shall not ever Get my fill. They are never read, told, shared or sung In vain, They create, live and give An allegorical ardor to life and being That in no other form Can anyone find or explain. Yet, the fact remains, for each persons story 'tis the same: Wherever great fictional stories Are shown or told, New or old, There is a moment of climax, fantasy, Where the main character overcomes confrontation. And from that moment on everything is good, o.k., Pure and perfect transformation....... Real life is story too, One big Story Filled with every human's sub-story, All just as real, and true. With the full ability to be every bit as great, Word for word, As any fiction Ever told and heard. With one powerful and true exception: In the story of our human reality The conflict may lesson, But never, here and now, does it ever cease. In this life, no matter what else, There just will not be Perfect, never-ending beauty and peace. It's a fantastic fable That from a moment forward Life can be happily ever after; No such thing has God here promised. Only upon Christ's return Shall tears and pain completely give way To joy, dancing, and laughter. Death to evil's horrid beast, Finally and fully finished At the great and glorious wedding feast! But, tis not yet so; Tis futile to think For anyone life is unfragile, We are all so soon wind-swept, Our time, place and position on earth Is never ours to be savored and kept... So the story goes on and on To it's final chapter, Where the great author alone Writes in the wonderous finish: 'The Eternal Happily Ever After'.