THE TONGUE IS is an innocence-magnifying organ, designed to redirect our attention to the Shepherding Presence animating all. And so, today, we give thanks to You, Sly Shepherd, connoisseur of star-wines, birth times and the fruity bouquet of lifetimes, for giving us a glimpse of the benevolent arc of meaning weaving through the god-awful headlines: the soul-spiraling stories of forgiveness and redemption unfolding in the backrooms of the egoic dimension, as Your innocent offspring slowly, but surely, awaken from their lonely posturing.
Merciful witness! Let this be the day You gaze through our eyes, so we can see who the long parade of friends, enemies and strangers that have marched through our lives really are: classmates at the Prayer school called Earth; otherworldly allies on a mission to uncloak our mystical heart, and kickstart, a life of devotional daring; the grinding wheel of time, the days we leave behind, no longer a trail of communion-fractures, but a necklace of subtle raptures, worn proud by a psyche of cosmic dimensions who never lost faith in our positive intentions.
And so, as that feat of modern engineering, the Hoover damn in our hearts, starts cracking and crumbling, spilling into our mouths, at first just a mumbling, we watch as the veil of me-stories parts, uncloaking a sky full of synchronized swallows, autographing the heavens deep in our hollows. The whole world alive with Your metaphoric pleading, divine pride returns through silent interruptions, our body designed for spine-tingling eruptions, that snap free the chain tying reverie to reason, joy to causes, restoring virginity to our history, of gains and losses.
~Hunter Reynolds
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