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To look out upon the mundane
and see that which is divine;
the holy eye cast upon the merest stone
reflects back a diamond or a jewel;
everywhere I look I see angels and spirits
when the Holy Lord of Easter walks with me.
To let the soul rise to meet its level
one must stand back, be still,
put aside the ledger book and balance
and listen, heart open, for the essence of life.
All that we torment ourselves with shall pass;
only the Voice of God remains eternal:
singing with the birds; humming softly in the breeze;
crashing and flashing across the sky
in the most awesome storm of the changing seasons.
Let your star nature shine and your holy nature rise;
all else will fall away like garments discarded
as you enter into the shower of God’s love.
Let the air caress you and the rain wash your soul;
let God’s arms hold you; God’s kiss make you whole.
Here is all you have ever yearned for, longed for, and more--
reach out, take it, hold it close-- for miracles even greater
than these the holy Hand of Life yet has in store!
O Spirit of Life,
We are surrounded with your wonders on this Easter day.
You are the fount of joy that surges upward in our hearts;
yours is the springtime that makes our spirits glad.
May we learn ever to live in the light of your love;
may we adorn our lives with truth, with gentleness and kindness.
May we, too, blossom forth in beauty once again,
that new life may rise up within us, too,
and winter turn to spring again within our fragile human hearts,
and the miracles of Easter echo forth within our souls.
Amen.
jbs
7/6/01 - 3/31/02
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