Leaves have swirled, fallen from heaven. Day after day, week after week, month after month they drop and I have yet to capture the essence of their beauty. Like my days spilling over a fountain of life, I am grasping for meaning, gasping for air, but am unable. Overwhelmed, vulnerable, stripped bare by the passage of time, I too, find myself unmasked by the Voice of the Lord who strips the forest bare.
I stand in His presence, and then I bow, bending under the weight of time, change, sorrow, sadness, joy and love. All these held in terrible tension. Eyes raised to heaven I can only whisper, "I lift up my eyes to the hills~ where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let my foot slip~ He who watches over me will not slumber." Psalm 121:1-3
Need Someone to watch over you?
Medicine from Sacred Writings:
"The Spirit comes gently and makes Himself known…
the Spirit comes with the tenderness of a true Friend and protector
to save, to heal, to teach, to strengthen, to console...
All your life long will your Guardian, the Comforter, abide with you.
He will care for you, as for His own soldier;
for your going out and your coming in and your plotting foes.
And He will give you gifts of grace of every kind.”
Cyrl of Jerusalem said this in the fourth century:
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