Because that was the last thing I wanted to hear.
And it has something to do with waiting for God, for hope and love to be born.
With with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
When when see into the life of things.
It's not about loss. It's about
two seeming parallel lines
suddenly coming together
inside us, in some place
that is still wilderness.
Joy, joy, the sopranos sing,
reaching for the shimmering notes
while our eyes fill with tears.
Joy's tick is to supply
Dry lips with what can cool and slake,
Leaving them dumbstruck also with an ache
Nothing can satisfy.
"Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice. Let your gentleness be known to everyone. The Lord is near."
God isn't at a distance, God isn't unknowable, God isn't absent. God is near. Look. Look for the connection, the link. The Lord is near.
But it is, oddly enough, a blurriness of seeing.
And then we bear witness to what we've seen.
Believe me, it is weird when I can't talk.
I couldn't even explain it at the time.
But I was lost in joy.
"I felt the perspective from space to earth...I was there...in the mixture of joy and of a sort of mad sorrow at the lot of man."
Rejoice in all things. Because all things are connected. The Lord is near.
"Joy...motivates us to revolt against life that is destroyed and against those who destroy life...Compassion is the other side of the living joy."