The sky is a deeper blue
and the leaves a brighter green
in quarantine.
The pools of my mind are tranquil
and clearer,
and every soft gust of wind is
the Holy Spirit’s whisper:
“Be. at peace.”
Chaos all around the world, I hear...
but here,
the sun is shining
and the birds are chirping
and the humans are more...
human.
And I can’t help but think
that You are speaking in the rustle of the trees
and the warm sunlight on my face,
reminding me that,
at the beginning and the end of all things
is not darkness,
but Light.
The realest ground of all existence is not death,
or nothingness,
but Life.
Sweet Jesus,
Face of the Eternal Fire,
You order all things sweetly...*
In You we live and move and have our being...*
You— Who are Alive!
Death could not hold you because
death is the uninvited guest who cannot stay forever.*
He will leave,
and we will do what we were made to do from the moment of
first creation:
Live.
We do not panic
because we know You, O Life.
In mourning is our momentary transformation into a fuller
understanding of the connectedness of all things.
There is no need to grasp.
“Do not harm yourself,
for we are all here.”*
If we are all in You,
then we are never apart,
and even solitude is deep communion.
“Breathe,”
You say,
“with your body and your soul.
The two are not separate, but one.
Breathe Me in;
I AM all around you,
and in you,
Dear One.”
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*Wisdom 8:1
*Acts 17:22-34
*Mark 3:23-30
*Acts 16:25-34
