WORDS TO LIVE BY
It happened to me on a day when my bed was pushed out of doors to the open gallery of the hospital. I was recovering from an operation . . .
It was an ordinary cloudy March day . . . Here, in this everyday setting, and entirely unexpected, my eyes were opened and for the first time in all my life I caught a glimpse of the ecstatic beauty of Reality.
It was not that for a few keyed-up moments I imagined all existence to be beautiful, but that my inner vision was cleared to the truth so that I saw the actual loveliness which is always there; and I knew that every man, woman, bird and tree, every living thing before me was extravagantly beautiful, and extravagantly important . . .
Besides all the joy and beauty, there was a wonderful feeling of rhythm as well, only it was somehow just beyond the grasp of my mind. I heard no music, yet there was an exquisite sense of time, as though all life went by to a vast, unseen melody. Everything that moved wove out a little thread of rhythm in this tremendous whole . . . There was significance in every created thing, but the significance is beyond our present grasp.
Milton has said:
. . . What if earth
Be but the shadow of Heaven –
What if here we are only symbols of ourselves, and our real being is somewhere else – perhaps in the heart of God? Certainly that unspeakable importance had to do with our relationship to the great Whole; but what the relationship was I could not tell. Was it a relationship of love toward us? For those fleeting, lovely moments I did indeed love my neighbor as myself. Nay, more; of myself I was hardly conscious, while with my neighbor in every form, from wind-tossed branches and little sparrows flying, up to human beings, I was madly in love. Is it likely that I could have experienced such love if there were not some such emotion at the heart of reality?
That is how, for me, all fear of eternity has been wiped away. And even if there were no other life, this life here and now, if we could but open our dull eyes to see it, is lovely enough to require no far-off Heaven for its justification. Heaven is here and now, before our very eyes, surging up to our very feet, lapping against our hearts; but we, alas know not how to let it in!
Margaret Prescott Montagu
From "The Pathway of Roses" by Christian D. Larson
you see some one leaving the body you
To Dr Sarah Akens a treasured friend, who made her transition to the next plane in March 2000.
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