Saturday, January 30, 2010

Dearest God,

There have been moments in time when you have allowed me to roam the halls of heaven and I have discovered love waiting every time. The halls were wide and high, leaving the sense that they weren’t halls at all but pathways that always lead to you. Aglow with heaven’s light I soaked in faith, knowing I was always being prepared to return to earth’s home where I would once again live life’s challenges. This morning before day’s dawn I wandered again. The music that led me there seemed ethereal; a calming sound where I swear angels hovered.

O God, does everyone visit, come and go? Do we each take our turn? How is it, God of Creation, that we suddenly find ourselves beyond ourselves in your sacred realm, our whole being filled with light, peaked in hope and joy and love…and peace?

Your hallowed design reveals a holy order, everything’s place, everyone’s. Words defy me to describe the feeling. No clamoring to take someone else’s place, just…sheer contentment.

Even as I write this morning, I think of how exquisite it would be for all earth’s people to visit at one time. O my Lord, what would it be like to have all the extraneous negative thoughts, attitudes and beliefs simply fall away realizing that we are each one heaven’s being and as such we live in harmony, appreciating and respecting heaven’s hope in one another? No conflict or fighting, no need. We would know we are your creatures. We would fall into heaven’s calming peace with no agenda but yours. Like angels, we would quietly and reverently praise you.

What if we took our journeys together, learning, taking in infinite truths that set all people free? What if we put aside our own demands and simply took our lead from you? What if we willingly held one another up without regard for earthly status? What if, dear God?

What if we all realized how possible heaven is on earth? Bathed in divine light, infused with heaven’s joy we would see each other in another way. We would recognize the most and the best in one another. Our love, that psychological and emotional force within us would grow as we offered the most and the best of ourselves.

What more could we possibly want? Who would want to trade one iota of heaven for the most valuable possession on earth? What could possibly compare?

What joy
I feel
as I
wander with you.
Glimpsing the possible
in the
impossible always
gives me hope.
You are God;
there is
no other.
May I
openly and honestly
give all
of me
to all
of you,
I pray.

Love, Andrea