Somewhere Up in the Sky by Renee Geving

Every time I look at the sky, rumbling lacrimation starts to coddle my tear ducts. It always used to be like that. Maybe the shade of my eyes is too light. The sun peeks through the window to my soul, or should I say the motion of my thoughts. For something to begin, something has to end. When you stumbled into the classroom on the first day of second grade trying not to cry from your mom leaving, you ended up crying anyway. You advanced your time in first grade and grasped the next step. When you bought toilet paper from the store last week, it’s because you ran out of your last roll. You dumped your last boyfriend, and now you are engaged to a new one. The cliche phrase that when you close a door, a window opens, is in some cases very true. However, sometimes it just doesn’t happen like that. You were born into a sinful world. You cried the moment you breathed in the sickly polluted sky. You then ask yourself, how is this going to end? You are going to leave this world with nothing just as you came into it. Then how did I get here? You are a created child of God. You’re here to see and create many beginnings, and you will experience many more endings. So that leads to the question, what ended when God created the world? The question you should be asking is what began when He created the world. He created you. Because he loves you. He sent his son. Who died on a cross. To take away your sins. So that we may live eternally. With Him. In heaven. That light that shines and peaks into my soul, or rather my heart, is the light of Him. My tears will flow until the day we meet. Somewhere up in the sky.