My ears are open, Holy

Charles sat on the edge of the small shriveled cot and looked up.
No words flowed from his lips, but his face soon showed a smile in the low light of the silent, candle-lit room.
There was not a sound but the chirping of crickets in the evening air.
Charles' breaths came slowly in and steadily out.
Angels watched in wonder as the sea-tossed old man simply closed his eyes and stared into Heaven.
His eyes were open to see them, but even in all of their glory, his glance never shifted from the Man before him.
As heavenly bodies of light bowed down on their faces, the risen Man Christ Jesus sat down in front of Charles with a peaceful smile on his face.
They spoke softly, though no noise was made.
They looked into each others' heart, though no eye could see a thing.
The fragrant smell of worship filled the room, though no nose of man could touch it.
Six hours passed, Charles never growing weary, never choosing something else over this time with the Lover.

Every day they met. Some days they laughed. Others, they wept and mourned for the lost and the broken. Sometimes Charles could not see or touch the presence of the Lord, and his heart grew tired and felt lonely, longing for the day when all barriers between heaven and earth would be stripped away. But through all the problems and assaults of life they met, and every time was different, though the Lover stayed the same.

Charles opened his eyes and laid back upon the old tattered cot. "I love you, my God."
And Deep within his heart, he felt the stirring of the Holy Spirit respond back.
"I love you too, my son."