Thine eyes shall see the King in his beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off. -Isaiah 33:17
There is something comforting about a gravestone. Solid and substantial, engraving cut deep into the granite.
An assurance, if you will, that no matter how long the Lord tarries, these remains will patiently await his return, guarded by this stone, and the day when body and soul will be reunited in one glorious whole.
Some comfort themselves in imagining that their loved one, like Rossetti's blessed damozel, leans out "from the gold bar of heaven" to look down upon and watch over them.
I would not imagine, as Rossetti did, her weeping, but instead rest assured that no tears exist in that place, having been all wiped away by the beautiful presence of our Savior.
And so I know that my beloved is not looking down at all, burdened by the weight that we who remain must bear. That time is over for her and the countless number of saints who stand around the throne.
Now is a time of unimaginable joy for them and a looking forward to the day of restoration and reunion. The day when all things will be made new.
How could they look down when in the presence of Him who draws the gaze of all eyes to Himself?
They look up.
She looks up.