
As days go by, the depth and meaning and guidance A Course in Miracles brings me grows richer and more understandable. This week I felt moved to write something special. After deliberating on how and why it might be written -- and from what viewpoint, for what audience, for what reason -- some clarity finally dawned. I would like to believe that clarity came not from within my usual ego thinking but from a deeper place that connects to Holiness. So, this I wrote to honor and bless our Creator, to express gratitude for the understandings I am given...and it is reminiscent of the Song of Prayer.
Like a sweet song rising to Heaven, this song is a prayer of gratitude...to Creation...to God ...to the Christ...to the Holy Spirit...to our Father...to Allah...to Yahweh...the names and the words do not matter because there is only One. This song sings to the eternal and infinite. To the unfathomable, ineffable Love that created all that Is, and, although we cannot understand...IS...All That Is.
The song has no words. But all that He created sing it. It is a prayer but it does not ask for anything. It sings only gratitude to our Creator. It conveys our Love to Him, blessing Him, thanking Him and carrying energies, beyond even the concept of energy, that thought and words cannot express.
Once, in Eternity, our Creator chose to create me. You. All of us. All in His image that Is Love.
We Are That.
And so we commune with our Creator through prayer. Giving and sharing, yet giving again and receiving again the Love that We all Are.
The song contains magnificent harmonies that echo as they reach to Heaven and back. Often the echoes going forth from our prayers contain gifts to our Creator. I envision them being placed at His altar, at His feet. Those gifts, those echoes, are the little things we seek for. The challenges we find difficult in these lives we seem to live on earth. They are gifts that reveal our perceived littleness as we reach out to Him. But to our Creator who knows our Love for Him, these gifts are but tiny specks of nothing more than our humanly wishes to know more comfort, joy, Love, peace and happiness. Our Creator knows we are not little; we are the same as He created us in His image. Love.
And so, when prayer comes from the heart, without supplication, the echoes in our prayer are returned as answers and gifts to us in ways we cannot anticipate. They become part of the Heavenly, eternal song because our Creator Loves us. He offers us nothing less than unfathomable bliss and happiness, in spite of our mistaken beliefs about what we truly Are. The rebounding echoes answer our seeming needs even without our asking.
From time to time prayer may lead us to “The Peace of God.” A place that is not a place at all, nor does time associate with it. It is a Holy Instant, a blessing that shows us just the tiniest corner of the infinite, the eternal, of All That Is. It is a gentle, soft, Loving touch upon one's soul that gives and promises Love beyond comprehension and beyond what our small bodies can endure. That state of Peace has been called nirvana, mindless-ness, the silence, enlightenment, paradise, the mind of God.
Awe is appropriate. Called for. Yet awe bears no relation to fear. The awe of communing with our Creator in His Peace is nothing less than standing next to Him Who created All That Is. Not one who we think made a universe filled with stars and galaxies. Not one who we think made uncountable forms we call life. Those at best are simply reflections of what we think before we begin to approach Knowledge.
With prayer, “God Is” eventually become words that need no further elaboration or explanation.
So my humble wish is this...
May the echoes in each of our prayers become true gifts to be placed at God's altar so we surrender those yearnings of this seeming world to His Grace, and enjoy the quiet answers He provides that bring us joy, peace, Love and happiness while we seem to be here.
May our prayers carry forth Love for our Father and lead us to His Peace...and to Knowing His Mind as our own. Such prayer would truly end the seeming separation between our Creator and those He created. What more on this small world or within this infinite eternity could we ever hope?
Like a sweet song rising to Heaven, this song is a prayer of gratitude...to Creation...to God ...to the Christ...to the Holy Spirit...to our Father...to Allah...to Yahweh...the names and the words do not matter because there is only One. This song sings to the eternal and infinite. To the unfathomable, ineffable Love that created all that Is, and, although we cannot understand...IS...All That Is.
The song has no words. But all that He created sing it. It is a prayer but it does not ask for anything. It sings only gratitude to our Creator. It conveys our Love to Him, blessing Him, thanking Him and carrying energies, beyond even the concept of energy, that thought and words cannot express.
Once, in Eternity, our Creator chose to create me. You. All of us. All in His image that Is Love.
We Are That.
And so we commune with our Creator through prayer. Giving and sharing, yet giving again and receiving again the Love that We all Are.
The song contains magnificent harmonies that echo as they reach to Heaven and back. Often the echoes going forth from our prayers contain gifts to our Creator. I envision them being placed at His altar, at His feet. Those gifts, those echoes, are the little things we seek for. The challenges we find difficult in these lives we seem to live on earth. They are gifts that reveal our perceived littleness as we reach out to Him. But to our Creator who knows our Love for Him, these gifts are but tiny specks of nothing more than our humanly wishes to know more comfort, joy, Love, peace and happiness. Our Creator knows we are not little; we are the same as He created us in His image. Love.
And so, when prayer comes from the heart, without supplication, the echoes in our prayer are returned as answers and gifts to us in ways we cannot anticipate. They become part of the Heavenly, eternal song because our Creator Loves us. He offers us nothing less than unfathomable bliss and happiness, in spite of our mistaken beliefs about what we truly Are. The rebounding echoes answer our seeming needs even without our asking.
From time to time prayer may lead us to “The Peace of God.” A place that is not a place at all, nor does time associate with it. It is a Holy Instant, a blessing that shows us just the tiniest corner of the infinite, the eternal, of All That Is. It is a gentle, soft, Loving touch upon one's soul that gives and promises Love beyond comprehension and beyond what our small bodies can endure. That state of Peace has been called nirvana, mindless-ness, the silence, enlightenment, paradise, the mind of God.
Awe is appropriate. Called for. Yet awe bears no relation to fear. The awe of communing with our Creator in His Peace is nothing less than standing next to Him Who created All That Is. Not one who we think made a universe filled with stars and galaxies. Not one who we think made uncountable forms we call life. Those at best are simply reflections of what we think before we begin to approach Knowledge.
With prayer, “God Is” eventually become words that need no further elaboration or explanation.
So my humble wish is this...
May the echoes in each of our prayers become true gifts to be placed at God's altar so we surrender those yearnings of this seeming world to His Grace, and enjoy the quiet answers He provides that bring us joy, peace, Love and happiness while we seem to be here.
May our prayers carry forth Love for our Father and lead us to His Peace...and to Knowing His Mind as our own. Such prayer would truly end the seeming separation between our Creator and those He created. What more on this small world or within this infinite eternity could we ever hope?