where the angels enter

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The old man

must have stopped our car

two dozen times to climb out

and gather into his hands

the small toads blinded

by our lights and leaping,

live drops of rain.

The rain was falling,

a mist about his white hair

and I kept saying

you can’t save them all,

accept it, get back in

we’ve got places to go.

But, leathery hands full

of wet brown life,

knee deep in the summer

roadside grass,

he just smiled and said

they have places to go to

too.

….Joseph Bruchac

this deep care for the movement of life, for the intrinsic rhythm and the primal need toward tenderness intuits us into our ultimate priorities….this authenticity of sweet, full, breadth, invites us to hold the broken without flinching…..this is the sincerity of our burdens….

St. Paul writes in Ephesians 2:8, ‘For by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not by your own doing, it is the gift of God.’ To accept this gift is to step into a world that is larger, deeper, richer, and fuller. Thomas Aquinas, a thirtheenth-century Italian Catholic theologian, notes, ‘Grace is nothing else than a beginning of glory in us.’ Elsewhere, he adds, ‘Grace renders us like God and a partaker of the divine nature.’ John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, agrees, as do most Greek Orthodox Christians. Through the bounty of grace, we discover the Divine Guest inside us. Signs that the Blessed One is working within and through us are what spiritual educator Celeste Snowber Schroeder calls ‘gracelets’ or ‘the moments of meaning in the mundane.’ We come to realize that daily life is a theater of grace with continuous performances. The sacred is here and there and everywhere. Suddenly our lives take on a special radiance from within. ‘Grace happens,’ Buddhist Joanna Macy observes, ‘when we act with others on behalf of our world.’ Again, Rumi says:

Something opens our wings. Something

makes boredom and hurt disappear.

Someone fills the cup in front of us.

We taste only sacredness.

…..Frederic & Mary Ann Brussat

peace within

I want to say, ‘It doesn’t have to be so intense, so fierce, so acrimonious. You can work to ease the ills of society, and at the same time you can love the world with all of its sorrow and beauty. You can serve your God without being so uptight about it. You can feel the simple rapture of being alive and let that rapture be your North Star. You can be led by a quiet joy.’ It may seem that living for rapture is a selfish act reserved for the elite, or that it’s a fancy phrase for hedonism. But it isn’t. Rapture is not a selfish emotion. It is pure gratitude, flowing freely through the body, heart, and soul. Gratitude for what? For breath, for colors, for music, for friendship, humor, weather, sleep, awareness. It is a willing engagement with the whole messy miracle of life. The world suffers more from unhappy, stifled people trying to do good than it does from those who are simply content within themselves. In the end, it is the people at home in their own human skins- people who love the wounded world and its broken family- who can move mountains when called out of themselves and into a work in the world. The founders of the great religions were such people. Every great hero- past and present- took a difficult journey of self-awareness before finding his or her rapture. The great loneliness- like the loneliness a caterpillar endures when she wraps herself in a silky shroud and begins the long transformation from chrysalis to butterfly. It seems that we too must go through such a time, when life as we have known it is over- when being a caterpillar feels somehow false and yet we don’t know who we are supposed to become. All we know is that something bigger is calling us to change.  What is keeping you from the rapture? What stands between you and a full-bodied life can only be found in the shadows. What wants to live in you may be waiting- as it was for me- at the end of a long loneliness……Elizabeth Lesser

9 thoughts on “where the angels enter

  1. Some wait for the rapture like a crop waits for rain. Some have faith unshakeable, regardless of its source. Yet, too many pass the doorways of faith in the rush to find salvation in beliefs they never questioned, or asked why … Do flowers bloom for themselves or for our eyes?

    • removing ourselves from the center is a fascinating way to bring nature and prayer and interconnectedness and beauty into deeper view…..this is gratitude and rapture in action…..may salvation come through you in this fresh and intuitive way g.f.s….

  2. Nature has its way and yet, it pulls at us – entreating us with the simple joy of being, the light of the most pure love. Saturday, I rescued a caterpillar from the hands of evil fire ants. Once I had delivered him (not sure how I determined that, but am confident) to the far yard and saw him squirming against the tall blades of grass, in total delight, I exclaimed, ‘my work here is done’. Is it possible that I altered some future world? Maybe – his for certain. ~ May you find today that your ‘place’ is always bigger than it seems. ~ Love, Bobbie

    • this embodied humility is a sacred act of caring for others….of giving ourselves…..loving yourself and aligning with authenticity can only invite in deeper care….indeed, you hold this love for all to see Bobbie…..

  3. everything is worth the time to take to save or at least help them on their way…
    I love the flow of energy coming from this post…
    Thank you for sharing…
    Take Care…You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

  4. ‘gracelets’ or ‘the moments of meaning in the mundane.’

    Lovely! I am much less poetic. I call them God’s trail of cookie crumbs.

    I really really prefer gracelets! Thank you. As always, I come away enriched in a million different ways from your posts.

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