Flashes From Eternity

I see them as the fleeting meteors, entering our world, and just for us against contrasting skies so we may know of their desire not to intrude but gift us with their greeting and their love--to show us that we all are one. Their lights are ours; their mission, signaling; their inspiration, a quixotic joy-- where sacrifice is ecstasy, and death is life beyond the cruel reality we understand. Who has not caught sight of them? Helen Keller knew them; those deprived of intellect, as well. The excitement of "aha!" is given freely to the indigent, the limbless and the lost. All humankind are visited. And all the watchers on the other side will smile with us. True, it isn't always happy nor of cheer. But always it is mindful of all time, our need and all galactic scale. Always, it emerges as the burst of consciousness, then absorbed within the whole--a faithful friend. It is forever calling... that subtle reminder that there is no isolation measuring all that is imagined, or ascribed to the divine. That there is enmity somewhere is a thought well-entertained by hopelessness, the gospel creed of "no." It is insight with its gentle flashing in the night. Soul-trained, it comes from deep inside us, as we stop and watch, and breathe a new, refreshed humanity we carry not so very far away, and ready at our will. ~