River of Life

"Three score and ten". . . were the biblical words that my father quoted to me, back in the day, in the 1990's, just before lung cancer and Philip Morris dragged him down into the eternal realm. I will not know on which side of that great postmortem divide he landed until I arrive there. Chances are. . . or Providential destiny, based upon biblical directions, assure me, that I will land on the Heavenly side.  But getting back to the here and now. . . viewing this world and whatever antecedes it, I ponder the actual words printed in the King James version, Psalm 90:10: "The days of our years are threescore and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength, labor, and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away". . . In the here and now, on this day, sitting in Watertown, Mass., reflecting on the early days of my life. . . winter of 1971, when I was working in a restaurant in Nederland, Colorado. . . and listening to a folky trio, and the songstress, Casey, singing Joni's "River" . . . "I wish I had a river I could skate away on". . . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvR7Dkg4NQU&list=RDMvR7Dkg4NQU&start_radio=1 and now remembering. . . then, after that 1971 holiday season, returning to Louisiana where there is no frozen river. . . "I wish I had a river I could skate away on. . ."

River Frozen At age 74, now, I'm not far away from skating onto that long-awaited river of eternity, the stream of divine revelation that will guide me into everlasting life, that everlasting realm where my faith in the man who came. . . the man who was crucified on a cross and rose again on the third day. . . his resurrection assuring that my life is, indeed, eternal, with Him who was born in a manger, died on a cross. . . and I will be resurrected, as He was, on the third day. . . if you can believe it. Those gospel accounts are, I discover, the stepping stones across this River of Life, which I will, someday, skate upon. . . Glass half-Full