At night the stars throw down their postcards of light.
Who are they that love me so much?...
I am grateful and faithful to this other romance
Though we will not ever know each other’s names, we will not ever
Touch.
.
I am reading John Donahue’s book, “Beauty – The Invisible Embrace.” In the beginning pages he writes that if we can see beauty, we will feel like we belong on this planet and will be welcomed home with open arms. He writes in prose as Mary does in poetry.
We are touched by beauty. Perhaps not as lovers in the night, or as friends on a walk, or children at bed time, but our soul is in contact with the All at times when wonder, awe, and splendor enter our days. We are caressed, we are embraced, we are held.
At such times our faith is affirmed and feelings of gratitude emerge.
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