READ, LINGER, PROCESS…
It is early morning; the moon still rules the sky. I woke not in Heaven, so I must write…
The waters of oceans and lakes have many faces, ones that wink at the observant eye. On moonlit nights, black phantoms seem to dance with white and silver diamonds.
The sun, not to be outdone, stirs the waters, filled with glimmering gold, sparkling diamonds, and swirling emeralds – and reality seems to show itself as transparent and unreal. Just think what Heaven and my Savior must appear to be in true reality.
I have wondered if angels can be startled, and what would cause them surprise.
In the Rocky Mountains, high up and nestled in a mountain valley, I recall blackness whose face was blinded by diamond stars winking from the great beyond. The white rapids of a nearby mountain stream hustled through the rocks… and I was at peace.
In meditation, one cannot expect to stay long in these holy precincts, for those tender intimate moments with the Lord are small temporal examples of bliss in eternity, and then a return to reality – the pathway of our journey. These resting places recharge our willingness to carry on for the Master.
When we fall in love, we tend to read everything we wanted into what we have found in the person of our falling, and we plunge without caring to see the fallacies in us all – therefore, we see love and begin to care… really care.
It is into the private, quiet chambers of my soul that the Lord whispers. There are times I seem lifted to mount the winds that circle the earth. Then, as I listen, I see visions of northern lights, which God reveals from Heaven. I am soon encircled in glorious colors and I never want to leave. I am in total bliss in the light of God – the light of life.
Oh, if there only existed vocabulary to explain when imagery takes flight…
… here we go again!
All quotes are by C. S. Craig unless otherwise indicated.