There on that hard packed dirt road, he flew just past me. Just right there, just right before me. Alighted high atop a tree, he did. Dry, dusty road and sun blazing hot down and there he was just above. Middle of the sun blazing day, he came to rest just there before me.
Grace. Grace of the ages in those wings spread reaching, climbing through the air. Grace of the ages in the middle of the sun blazing down day on that dusty road.
He landed high to the right of me, I froze daring not to break the majestic spell that had just alighted to the right of me.
His back was all he showed, at first, but I waited silently. He knew I was there. I waited, as statue, waited for the majesty of the moment to look full at me. And then, just then in the middle of the sun blazing down day he turned those eyes upon me. Grace of the ages in those spread wings and wisdom of the cosmos in those round, wide orbs. He looked full on me, me frozen on hard packed dirt road. He looked full on me and certainly deep within me, that sagacious creature knowing a depth of truth and creation that I have not yet even begun to scratch the surface of that knowing.
Under that sun blazing down day, he and I stared in a full knowing for an eternity of a moment. He who certainly knew that he ought to have stayed under the cover of night, he had ventured this journey over my dusty day and laboring run. I was quite certain he had been sent to turn those round orbs to me ~ to look full well into me with an unwavering glance.
We live in a world where we are almost always seen, yet hardly ever known.
And yet there he was, watching and knowing. Me.
In our present world of pages full of friends and likes and yet, so few feel even known at all. And certainly not truly 'liked'. We exist in a society that rarely knows how to slow for anything and certainly can not slow to know a someone in their reality. In this world, I think we may have felt isolated long before this present 'forced isolation.' We have languished long at being unseen long before we were told we had better not be seen.
Were we ever really known? Even before this madness of forced hiddenness, had not we already felt hidden from any true knowing of one other?
And I have run many long, lonely miles down long, lonely lanes in my days. Unknown. Irrelevant. Certainly not needed. Long, dusty miles on lonely lanes through a tucked away, hidden life. Buried under a world too wild for me to be seen and lost under this load of aloneness, and surely lost under loads of laundry. Wondering under the buried-ness of it all ~ does He ever really see me? With the millions into billions of masses and with the so very little bit of usefulness I offer, how can He care to see me? Down long, lonely miles in a tucked away and seemingly insignificant existence, what is there for Him to really see?
And what was it in those wise eyes, under the sun blazing day, looking full well right into me that spoke of His eyes ever on me? I am not entirely sure and yet, there it was, the Truth of the ages on that dusty, dirt road ~ His eyes are ever on me and there is no turning, no glancing away. He ever looks upon me; down long, lonely miles in my fairly insignificant moments into years, He never looks away. That Godly glance is always upon me.
And as the world spins quiet these days, do you know His Godly glance is always upon you? Has your globe stopped galloping about enough for you to see His goodness that was always about?
I do so wish you had been with me there, under the middle of the sun blazing down day. With me when He looked full well into my soul and did not turn away. Oh, how lovely it would have been for you to have seen the grace alight atop the tree, if you could have seen that with me.
I wonder at the losses. All the loss. All about. But then, there was that Godly glance just there, that eye upon me that spoke that it will never leave me, never turn from me. All the loss may yet just bring us such a gain, such a Godly gain. What would it mean if we could all see, begin to truly see His eye ever upon us?
The losses are real ~ mortal enemy waging war against our mortal bodies, vicious attack against our personal liberties and certainly so much economical loss. But, as the world slows its spin and in the midst of the stillness of it all, if we finally do see His Godly glance that has ever been upon us, then certainly it is all to our GAIN. Eternal gain to know His glance upon our mortal frame. All for our gain, loss at the temporary that gives into the eternal is for our gain.
I encourage you, challenge you to set out to find His ever upon you Godly glance. Eyes wide open, hearts full of expectancy, we journey out to find His eye ever upon us. Upon you.
And that moment of an eternity, under the middle of the sun blazing down day, he whom ought to have been wise enough to stay under the guise of the night, he turned and looked full well into me. And under His eye, His ever present eye, His Godly glance I run down long, lonely lanes and certainly sojourn a dusty path or two ~ but never without His eye ever upon me. Always knowing me full well, and loving me yet.
It is all to our gain, this present loss, if our world slows just a bit and we fully and finally see that Godly glance that has always just alighted upon me. Upon you.
Grace. Grace of the ages in those wings spread reaching, climbing through the air. Grace of the ages in the middle of the sun blazing down day on that dusty road.
He landed high to the right of me, I froze daring not to break the majestic spell that had just alighted to the right of me.
His back was all he showed, at first, but I waited silently. He knew I was there. I waited, as statue, waited for the majesty of the moment to look full at me. And then, just then in the middle of the sun blazing down day he turned those eyes upon me. Grace of the ages in those spread wings and wisdom of the cosmos in those round, wide orbs. He looked full on me, me frozen on hard packed dirt road. He looked full on me and certainly deep within me, that sagacious creature knowing a depth of truth and creation that I have not yet even begun to scratch the surface of that knowing.
Under that sun blazing down day, he and I stared in a full knowing for an eternity of a moment. He who certainly knew that he ought to have stayed under the cover of night, he had ventured this journey over my dusty day and laboring run. I was quite certain he had been sent to turn those round orbs to me ~ to look full well into me with an unwavering glance.
We live in a world where we are almost always seen, yet hardly ever known.
And yet there he was, watching and knowing. Me.
In our present world of pages full of friends and likes and yet, so few feel even known at all. And certainly not truly 'liked'. We exist in a society that rarely knows how to slow for anything and certainly can not slow to know a someone in their reality. In this world, I think we may have felt isolated long before this present 'forced isolation.' We have languished long at being unseen long before we were told we had better not be seen.
Were we ever really known? Even before this madness of forced hiddenness, had not we already felt hidden from any true knowing of one other?
And I have run many long, lonely miles down long, lonely lanes in my days. Unknown. Irrelevant. Certainly not needed. Long, dusty miles on lonely lanes through a tucked away, hidden life. Buried under a world too wild for me to be seen and lost under this load of aloneness, and surely lost under loads of laundry. Wondering under the buried-ness of it all ~ does He ever really see me? With the millions into billions of masses and with the so very little bit of usefulness I offer, how can He care to see me? Down long, lonely miles in a tucked away and seemingly insignificant existence, what is there for Him to really see?
And what was it in those wise eyes, under the sun blazing day, looking full well right into me that spoke of His eyes ever on me? I am not entirely sure and yet, there it was, the Truth of the ages on that dusty, dirt road ~ His eyes are ever on me and there is no turning, no glancing away. He ever looks upon me; down long, lonely miles in my fairly insignificant moments into years, He never looks away. That Godly glance is always upon me.
And as the world spins quiet these days, do you know His Godly glance is always upon you? Has your globe stopped galloping about enough for you to see His goodness that was always about?
I do so wish you had been with me there, under the middle of the sun blazing down day. With me when He looked full well into my soul and did not turn away. Oh, how lovely it would have been for you to have seen the grace alight atop the tree, if you could have seen that with me.
I wonder at the losses. All the loss. All about. But then, there was that Godly glance just there, that eye upon me that spoke that it will never leave me, never turn from me. All the loss may yet just bring us such a gain, such a Godly gain. What would it mean if we could all see, begin to truly see His eye ever upon us?
The losses are real ~ mortal enemy waging war against our mortal bodies, vicious attack against our personal liberties and certainly so much economical loss. But, as the world slows its spin and in the midst of the stillness of it all, if we finally do see His Godly glance that has ever been upon us, then certainly it is all to our GAIN. Eternal gain to know His glance upon our mortal frame. All for our gain, loss at the temporary that gives into the eternal is for our gain.
I encourage you, challenge you to set out to find His ever upon you Godly glance. Eyes wide open, hearts full of expectancy, we journey out to find His eye ever upon us. Upon you.
And that moment of an eternity, under the middle of the sun blazing down day, he whom ought to have been wise enough to stay under the guise of the night, he turned and looked full well into me. And under His eye, His ever present eye, His Godly glance I run down long, lonely lanes and certainly sojourn a dusty path or two ~ but never without His eye ever upon me. Always knowing me full well, and loving me yet.
It is all to our gain, this present loss, if our world slows just a bit and we fully and finally see that Godly glance that has always just alighted upon me. Upon you.
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