Often I walk through my life and there are those "stand still" moments. Sometimes it is the simplicity of a flower or song of a bird, gallop of a colt...to ...rows of stacked hay or the moon framed perfectly by trees or mountains. Whether you call the Light, God, Budda, Wakan Takasila...etc...the awesomeness of the love fills my spirit.
Here is a poem about Grace from the perspective of an astronaut upon returning to Earth: by e. lee caleca
falling into the sea the earth's atmosphere has jolted the mighty calm of space from my memory the gentle world of the galaxy now appearing to travel in the sky was an interlude pulling me like a summerfly into the dazzling Throne room of God
reaching for the horizon, our star, with lethal breath and glance burns like a deceitful woman
i have formed an emotional connection to the flight of the thin crescent moon chasing the army of stars a creature full of eyes the silver keys of Heaven
adjusting to life back on earth as darkness takes hold of the night i lay awake for a week of moon filled evenings interpreting the form of the illusionary arc in the sky the tongue of the wind reaches me on a ray of celestial light
“if it wasn't really there you'd be lucky not to know,” it whispers. “you don't see Grace if you won't go anywhere near it."
i've seen things i never thought i'd see this, for a moment, was mine