In prayer this morning I pondered what happens to our desires when we leave this world; desires which are often tarnished with a verdigris of sin.
My first thought was that they would burn away like dross as our metal is purified.
But that is too simple and too dismissive of beauty.
Then I wondered if these desires might get consumed by the burning fire of love for our God, that the beatific vision would enrapture them into it's raging core of flame. And rather than simply being burned away, they would feed the fire that is Him, and grow it.
Better, this explanation, but still a bit shallow.
I finally concluded that the desires of this world which we carry must blossom and bloom after death. Instead of being removed or subsumed, they expand and grow until our whole being burns with love and desire and passion for all of creation, rather than for little pieces of it.
Just as His being does.
I can't wait to find out the truth.
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