Image in My Heart

DURING THOSE TIMES when I can pull back from the clutter and the noise of the outside world and enter into the secrets of my soul, into the interior Kingdom of the infinite God of my heart, I wonder at all the possibilities of happiness there is... and always come up short of the satisfaction of knowing and understanding all there is.

There is always infinitely more to our happiness than God would lead us to apprehend with our tiny capacity for imagination.

And when my memory had had it's thimble capacity fill of the beatitudes of the spirit and I try to bear away what's precious with each new and profound intimation of happiness, my remembrance stirs within me and recalls me back to the Presence of the one Giver above all His gifts.

It is God's special way of telling my forgetful, little soul, over and over, that He is the great Jewel in the parable, the Treasure hidden in the field, my Pearl of Great Price, and I rediscover, again and again, the immensity of the joy that awaits those who love God and serve Him with righteous fear.

One treasured memory I have, one that is most precious to me, is of a past image drawn from these same wanderings of a place in my heart with my darlingest Annelies Marie.

It is a location in M31, the Andromeda Galaxy; a spot above the galactic core - upon a luminous place filled with life and light...

Above us, the blue of our skies were a conscious, golden blaze of a million shining suns set against the enormous galactic backdrop of Andromeda.

The whole land was a fertile blanket of welcoming flowers and trees laden with every good fruit imaginable, all the animals were tame and none of them ate the flesh of the other.

There was a beach and a hill near the seaside, she was there and I was with her on the hill.

She wore my hopes like little white flowers on her beautiful, flowing hair and I gave to her a little bouquet of those fragile little hopes that I picked from her heart.

We were an infinite comfort to each other as we sat on the hill, a comfort I always feel about my Anneka.

We quietly enjoyed our togetherness as we looked out into the timeless sea, gazed at the waves of the comings and goings of life; the ebb and flow motion of the washing away of the darkness of exile time.

There we remained, my Anne and I, until all of the darkness was spent and all of the evil and the suffering had fled from the world and there was only this everlasting friendship in the Presence of an Everlasting Love.

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The opposite of possibility thinking is impossibility thinking.