He was still and gazed deeply into the infinite pool that bears stars into being. Above him was a tiny smudge of light that was the closest galaxy. It was spinning, spinning, but so far away that one could look for a whole lifetime and not see it alter. The galaxies out there whirled into each other like discs, blinding into space without colliding--passing through each other at thousands of miles per second, yet they did not appear to move.
Suddenly he understood: Time is an illusion of the mind. Only love remains.
Loving Lord God, help me to be aware of your loving presence regardless of where I am or what I am doing. Lead me into the center of your heart of love, The Holy of Holies where peace and joy abide. Let me live in your presence always.
~ from THERE IS NOTHING IN GOD BUT LOVE by Maryanne Lacy
