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The daystar of divine Science lights the way to eternal harmony

the text came  rushing in at the tail end  of a day with no end  a river of despair flashing across my phone   and there i sat, a surf of weariness,  with my arms out— stretched to God  there are moments in between words where sound and silence  hover and mingle as if waiting with bated breath for angels to gather  i wait perched, listening so still and as i do the earth-weights  recede, i begin to see that they are not mine  or yours to wield or solve and then  the message comes on heels and wings reverberating in silent song it whispers:  i thank God  for your  beautiful life it says again in case i didn’t hear or don’t believe  i thank God for your  beautiful life and that’s it— all it takes—  one tiny tendril of truth one fresh phrase from the fount of Love to turn the tide  suddenly the sky shimmers, a blanket of night is light and there we are you and me, every “you” and every “me,” etched eternal in the hands  of Love each word written a pristine and perfect song there is no unwriting this no mortal missive can overwrite mistake undo  the work of Her hand i thank God, beloved one,  for your beautiful life  i thank God, o God, i thank You, for Life, for this beautiful,  untainted so beautiful—Life.

I trudge along, taking in the world I perceive, with its cacophony of complaints, its crises and chaos.   Each step is a sigh, a silent sympathy with a gloomy gulf of grief.

“I am as strong this day”  1   as I once was. To do what, Caleb?      Run a fast mile      do 100 push-ups      heft a sword and shield      throw a javelin      a really, really long way? What was your strength those millennia ago  when you and the other scouts were peering into the Promised Land? Many thought it impossible for  your people to make it there—      too many obstacles      too much opposition.

Thank you, God, for loving me, For being all You are; Supplying every needful thing— Each year and week and hour. =  Your protection, everywhere, Never leaves our side.

Those—beloved—who’ve gone before, passed beyond our present sight; when vision yields to divine law, we shall see them in Life’s light. They, known thus through spiritual sense, live unbroken existence.

I thank You, Father, that in the quietude of prayer and preparation, I know You are with me, for we are eternally one. You are my Life, Mind, substance, and guiding light, so I strive to listen and hear.

Church cleanup day inside and out ah weeding what’s the point really the weeds will grow back won’t they yet this plot was given me to tend and sure the weeds may grow back but won’t it lovingly serve this place this group this community to beautify this space today so I weeded both externally and internally removing each thought  that would obstruct  the divine mission of Church to elevate the race with a little attention the Christ-idea roots out  hurts and frustrations  and what’s left  is just beauty  some weeds  may grow back but I am ready  to tend my plot and patiently persistently expectantly  uncover the radiance  of this church within and without as often as it takes.  .

I am here .  .