Two Souls Meet up on the Roof Last Night

Two young souls met on the rooftop one night, and what a night to remember! Both were bundled up with extra layers for protection against the cold, but the cold didn’t really matter anyway: they could have been up there in summer outfits and they still would have been warm. They made small talk, and sometimes no talk at all, because sometimes you just don’t need words to communicate...sometimes all it takes is looking into the other's eyes and something sweeter thsn words rushes forth into your own eyes.
One soul had big brown eyes which spoke of gentleness and compassion, and offered a sisterhood that the other soul with blue eyes could not refuse, and which they accepted with humility and inside wept for joy.
The soul with the Blue eyes knew he was not the cause of this joyful meeting. He knew that someone greater had planted the seeds that had garmented over time, and now were just starting to break through the soil. In such silence had these seeds grown, and in such silence had they penetrated the soil. They had been watered carefully through prayer, and feed daily by the Divine Hand.
So they flew from that rooftop to their Father's house, and there they knelt, gave thanks for the companionship He had given to them. The Father accepted their thanks, and told the Blue eyed soul, “seeds are protected by the soil, and are given nutrition; now my son, see the young plant that has begun to grow ever so slowly. Protect it with great servitude from the world that seeks to destroy it, and turn to the Son for that is your life. Do not despair when clouds appear, and rain falls, but rejoice for clouds and rains are necessary for the growth of the young plant, and know that even when the Son is gone from view, it will always be there, and will break through the Clouds.” With that the Father ended his commands to the Blue eyed soul. Then he took his sister, walked her home, and said goodnight. With much sadness that night had ended, but in realizing all good things must end so better things can begin, the blue eyed soul walked back to his home, giving thanks and humming a simple tune in his geart.

Your Brother
Ernest