Hot air balloon

The fluffy clouds I could not resist to try and touch as I rise up on this hot air balloon. It was a beautiful day. Fresh, new and full of hope. Hot air balloon rises up above with me in it.

The faint smell of cigarettes seemed promising today. I walked past the old pub and its familiar whiff of beer, cigarettes and grease filled my nose. Somedays the promise from above is so hard to believe, so hard to receive, when all I've got, is the smell of the old pub and the comfort of the old taste of cigarettes. I pushed past and walked on anyway. I could not go back there anyway. Anyway.

He promised that I would rise up in the hot air balloon, high above and beyond the stars. He promised I would touch the sky, and open the doors, walk up the steps that led to him. My hot air balloon rises above with me in it. Fresh, new and full of hope I breathed in, reached out and waited. Waited to touch the sky.

My heart ached today. A certain kind of pain, and there is no where I can turn from it. It sank to my stomach and with me it stayed. Stayed a while. The closing door looked so much like an obstacle to me. So much like an obstacle. Like a scissor the cut off path trims my dreams off my heart. It pained a little. I died a little. And yet hope springs.

I looked into His eyes. His immense pain showed, but I searched, I looked deep inside. I looked at the love He couldn't hide. The vision, the dream He had for you, for me. The faith inside that He'd set us free. I looked deep inside His eyes, my confusion, my pain, I could not hide. He caught my eyes and looked deep inside, no sign of love, not yet, not from I. His anguish flowed, even more He questions His father once more. He was told His death would make a difference, but until now no sign was to be seen. He was told His presence on earth would change, redemption, salvation for all He sees, but He looked into my eyes once more, no sign of love, not yet, not from I. His dreams, His visions, He believed to be true, but today the cross like an axe severed His dreams off his heart. It pained a lot. He cried, out loud. He died.

And then hope sprang...