Friday, October 18, 2013
Friday October 18, 2013
Psalm 121: 1-4
I lift up my eyes to the mountains; where is my help to come from? My help comes from Yahweh who made heaven and earth. May he save your foot from stumbling; may he, your guardian, not fall asleep! You see -- he neither sleeps nor slumbers … .
An image appears in the mind and blesses the morning.
You float shapeless yet ever present, an angel wisp of substance, transparent yet unmistakably there, neither male nor female, yet gentle and vigilant as a mother hovering over her sleeping child, keeping watch.
A peace-filled smile of infinite tenderness looks down on a sleeping form, covering the sleeper, a silent vigil of love over the beloved.
The image returns to the mind in this early morning hour, and I recognize that it has been present, waiting for me to notice for a least a day since I piloted my car to the home of one threatened by dire disease.
The image of you watching, covering, smiling, tenderly looking over your beloved has lingered at the edge of awareness, but only now do I see what you were revealing to my heart.
This is who you are, and for some challenges, for some threats and suffering, the only answer, the only hope, the only peace is knowing--or in this case seeing--who you are.
Now I see. Thank you.
Now I know, one more time, you are there watching, waiting, loving, hovering and covering even when we suffer, even when death comes near.
You are Love, Love that never ends, Love that never sleeps, Love that in the end always gets its way.
So be there, with them, with me, with all of us. Cover us all.
Pr. David L. Miller