My love..
in crimson ink
I write to you
this letter.

Though you do not
know it yet, The All
turned out exactly
as it did..
countless infinity
of times before.
Not any worse..
Not any better.

Unwittingly,
we played
our every
move
according
to God’s
script.

Nobody pulled
our tongue
or forced
our hand..
sand merely
trickled in
the hourglass..
we merely lived.

And now the ink
upon this page
has long since
dried..
and long before
the words
once written with it
were beheld..
The One who
wrote them
died.

Sincerely yours,
The One by whom
so many tears for you,
upon a time, were shed.

To: You in present future.
Lovingly,
From: Eye of future past.