All that we touch, all that we see, all that we hear will pass away in time. But every moment is eternal. Every breath is really breathed, and this reality shines on for all that is.
What
was it like when you heard the annunciation? Was it like a clap of thunder,
bolting, jolting you awake? Was it like an earthquake; did your feet tremble as
the ground beneath them quivered? You knew then what you had to say, not
because you were compelled, but because there was only gentleness and kindness
and love within your heart. Pray for me, that I may be like you. I know my faults,
and know not their scope, but I want always to bear fertile love, as you did,
into this world of starlight made solid. As you did, let me bear love and truth
and beauty. I pray this for all who ever lived, and all who live now, and all
that ever will live in this place of light and time.
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