It always ends well

a father is a father. anyway we look at it, it's going to end well. that's life's last beautiful trump card: nobody loses. i've always maintained that this place here is only the testing ground, you could call it the playground, whatever, but this ain't the real place. here the big hand is dealt, here we are watched how we play it, here as his children we do all the growing up. here deliberately the best cards are kept away from us, here deliberately the kings and queen's fortunes go to someone else, here deliberately the other guy always looks like he's winning. and just as you're about to throw in your cards, an ace comes along. but this round table we know geographically as earth isn't the final destination. the game ends here, life doesn't. which probably is why all those wise tell us not to walk away. even the losses, all those big, too-hard-to-bear losses aren't really real. darkness is not real. it is only the absence of light. we don't ever lose, we only lose when we give up. so you keep at the game; the money's gone, the good days are gone, the loved one is gone, fortune's gone, your luck is gone, but you stay. you stay put right there, because the moment you push away the cards god has dealt you, god puts them right back. some wiser folks call this destiny; you have to play the cards dealt to you. they could and they did for many include death, divorce, disappointments, but after watching people, i know that the only way to go through the losses is to go through them. because someday, when you think things can only get worse, they get better. the deal's stacked in your favour suddenly, suddenly everything you wanted is in your face. does it happen really? can things ever get so good? play a little longer, you'll see. don't take my word for it; witness your own sunrise. and therein lies what i've tried to make the body of my work: the truth that if you play it right with god, god makes it right for you. god is anyway going to make it right, god is perfectly capable of making it right for you right now. he can melt your son's malignant tumour away with a benign smile, he can make your old dad's painful veins go back in, he can return your lost love, his are the most easy to manipulate heartstrings, one tug there and all the harps of heaven will rush to make you your music. but, but, but, but. but till that happens, you have to walk the path he wants, paradise has no perils, it's getting there that is full of them. that world is not made out of this one. this one is made out of that world. going further still a little deep (bear with me): matter cannot produce spirit, spirit has produced matter. it's all there, it's all there with them. that's where it begun beautifully and that's where it will end, which is why i have repeatedly said to the people who i most write for (those who have had to cope with the devastations of losing to death those they love; lovers, wives, husbands, parents and gosh, children) that it will all end well, because it all ends there. you will have everything you want, including those you've lost to death. you have to believe. go no further, pick no card up, don't play the game, until you believe. believe that here you will be tried/tested/lose/fall/cry/and probably have the worst time of your life but this isn't the end of your game. this is only one round of your life, not life itself. the big draw is up there. i forget which international author said it but he said it beautifully: with trembling work out your own salvation. and of course everybody's greatest existentialist french man albert camus ordered: live each day as if it were your last, for judgement day is today. from as far back as my school days i believed. and from the time i was a kid, i just felt compelled to tell people, even strangers, anybody who was hurting, that it will all be alright. i don't know how i got it, i still don't know, i don't know where it comes from, but i know it's real. i know that if you are with god (and that's the biggest trick in the game) it all turns out alright. yet again, just thirteen days to the most beautiful day of december 1st, which belongs to the sweetest of sweetest angel tir, i implore you to believe. god and all of them up there are going to get it right for you. their charity, their grace, their kindness and love for us despite all the wrongs we do to them, is beautiful. trust me. part of life's beauty and living this life well is knowing that they are all there for all of us. never mind what happens, it happens under their eye. forget what hurt feels like, i know what your hurt smells like and i have no words to express my feeling really sorry. but i can say and will say that take it to the best mender i know. he will fix it. but before he does, believe he has fixed it. i promise you, it all ends well. i believe each of us has a star in our soul, light yours.