In Love's Presence - let There Be Peace

Occasionally (and always unexpectedly) there are found random gifts of perception, small openings into the liminal spaces where prayer becomes life, and life is discovered as a prayer - sheer moments lending light to the understanding of great intangibilities (not all that we are touched by is palpable) . - I walk alone, slowly, gazing at small painted pictures hung here and there upon the museum wall. The local artist (no one of fame) and I (no acclaimed critic) are kindred spirits. We seek no prominence, only each (in our own related fashion) are after a glimpse of the Mystical. This is the extraordinary showing up in the ordinary. This is a glance toward the enduring flow between mortal and immortal. This is the giving and receiving of vitality. Today is my turn to receive. I first see it at a vague distance, drawing me onward. A few more steps and I stand in the nuance of eternities glow, where I feel overwhelmed, unworthy. I stare mesmerized into a painted flower world, I see love, looking back at me. In this moment, the brokenness and turmoil that so often is my life, becomes completely dismantled. I feel very unworthy, but in Love's presence it does not matter; and then, from somewhere in the room - the painting, the flower, my heart? - I hear Love's voice: Let there be peace. And for one incredible moment, I glimpse the possible. I find a living hope. I find my place in the present. I find peace within myself that surpasses all understanding.