The Third Beatitude
"How blest are those of a gentle spirit; they shall have the earth for their possession." No one, remarked St Thérèse, fights for the lowest place. How blest are we when we can take no notice of status at all, when we look at nothing created with eyes of exploitation. How blest are we when in each moment we can receive creatures a they are, pregnant with laughter and tears; how blest are we when we can truly listen, truly see, truly smell, truly taste, truly touch and be touched, when we can have our senses impressed by the Eucharist of creation, when we can reverence and contemplate what we no longer need to dominate and put to use; how blest are we when little children and wild things laugh with us and invite us to play, when plants breathe to us their secrets, when we hear the stars sing and reply, when earth breathes the Word of life.
[Pillars of Flame, p. 138]
[Pillars of Flame, p. 138]
posted by Maggie Ross at 6:29 am
2 Comments:
Dear Mary, You already know far more about the processes than I do! Yes, I get some responses, but i from my limited experience it would seem that blogs are more for personal reflection while a user group (where there is often a digest option) is more group oriented. Good luck!
First time to read this, bringing me back to my early post on fireflies and this 3rd beatitude.
The more i read your posts, the more the call to silence becomes irresistible...
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