I meet them one at a time, beautiful strangers. I look into their eyes and I wonder, is this one my friend, my sister, my brother? I can miss it now and again, but they will grab me and hold me tight. Hugging me; whispering private words of encouragement into my ear.
Where do they come from? Who are they? I ache for the truth of eternity to come. I look forward to living where time is irrelevant. I desire really coming to know each of these precious ones.