seams

It’s not the end.

The book isn’t finished

It’s not the final chapter.

It’s just the end of one

But there’s unwritten stuff in the in-betweens

Where you’re expecting some sort of closure,

There’s hidden stuff written behind the scenes.

One chapter ends, and a new one begins

Even before any visible writing

Sometimes the lack of visible material is frightening.

And that’s the life of tension, in the seams.

Life is an open book,

Sometimes dust gathers

The clean pages can become stained and worn

Character.

The result of endurance when facing problems

Trials

Strengthened character, strengthens confident hope,

Hope of something better

Hope of things yet to come

The confident hope of something that can’t be destroyed

Will never end

Salvation

Mortal life is a finite book.

The chapters will show but stages

Childhood, teen years, education and profession

Family

But so much is written in the seams

That effects our eternity.

The next chapter isn’t the be all,

Just like the last chapter wasn’t the end all

God’s working cover to cover, in the seams.