So beautiful, this simple hillside. So beautiful in peace and momentary safety.
The big yellow butterflies, the tall, tall green, the quiet, the blessed quiet.
Angels tread lightly in this tall grass, angels bringing their ministrations, bringing their manna for the soul.
Angels visit, invisible and inaudible, certainly not in white robes, though maybe in white jeans.
Angels visit and linger and even dwell, bringing tidings of presence and sustaining Spirit.
No wings these angels, for they have no need of wings. Their message is a revealing of what soul already knows, written in runes and whispered in tongues. Not to be taken too seriously, these incorporeal angels, easily mistaken for breeze or rustling grass.
So beautiful, so beautiful this hillside and its air, air that smells of life. So precious, the feel of the texture of grass seed stalks.
Time abates, languorously flowing hand in hand with warm breeze. This is no place for brazen miracles or amped-up prophets. This is prophecy for the taking, lessons rich and plentiful embedded in the miracle of this lush moment.
Green and blue meet in sharp and ragged edge, these colors of Source.
Let a grass stalk brush your hand, listen well for what you may not hear but will understand without hearing. Know without seeing, understand without hearing, fear not the mystery of Communion.
The only threat here is that you will miss the beauty, that you will hurry and miss how luxuriantly long a moment can be.
Let air full of life fill your nostrils while a blank awareness full of Spirit fills your soul.
Look intently at what most would call “nothing” and discern what the angels would tell you.
Ride the ripples of time that give birth to moments eternal, yes, moments eternal that beckon to awareness.
See the futility of denial; there is far more here than you might have hoped. Carry it with you, this eternal moment, this knowing the unknowable, this seeing the un-seeable, this understanding of the inexplicable.
Carry it with you that you may come Home.
In time, in time, we will all learn as we are ready. In time, in time, we will all share such moments.
For now, let the angels dance. Let them tend your soul, your long-neglected soul.