It is the spirit that gives life. (John 6:63a)
The spirit is life. So look around. Take stock when love and peace, joy and freedom touch the heart and breathe life into your mortal flesh.
‘Tis an eternal moment in which the Spirit of Life finds
an opening in your shuttered heart to breathe in and then out, blessedly carrying
you along in its flow.
Such is the Spirit’s nature. Like the current of a
stream or a morning breeze, it cannot be grasped but savored as it caresses the
heart, wakes joy from its slumber and dissolves the illusion of aloneness.
For we are not alone, but alive in the Spirit’s playground.
All that awakens our senses to joy and beauty, goodness and grace is the breath
of the Spirit resuscitating our hearts that we might lighten up, laugh and join
its holy game of giving life to the dead.
So notice when the breath of dawn awakens a sigh, when
the martin’s flight gives wings to your heart, and when the smile behind the counter
is so honest and real that it becomes a sacrament of Love’s holy nearness.
Stop there. And breathe. Someone is trying to bring
you back to life.
David
L. Miller
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