Sabbath Messages | Sabbath Message: February 21, 2004

Good Sabbath

February 21, 2004

A lovely train ride to LA. The clouds and threatening storm painted my mind during the two hours. I was energized--since my low-carb expedition began-- and traded places with my imagination, as the train choo-chooed past waiting lines of impatient cars, panting to get free to the next jam. You almost feel guilty as you pass thousands of cars, knowing the indigestion traveling along with impatience that no Tums will cure.

The train is not like a plane, where you prepare to enter the cabin, after hands and looks search your every pore, to find the terrorists who may be accompanying this passenger group. Everything you carry, plus shoes, belts, and any thing with metal (even part of a wrapper from Tums) can set off the alarm. The train merely promises you mediocre snacks and brilliant sky/sun/cloud canvases which are food-for-thought (which I would not trade for faster speeds for reaching where ever).

In spite of the older woman, across the aisle, who furiously chewed and snapped gum, with a constant happy humming that almost made me sorry I was going to spend two hours listening to her happy inconsideration interrupting my mind's soliloquy, My phone rang on the return trip waking me up from this dreamlike state; it was magnificent Franny inquiring if I would be on time, as she prepared to pick me up in Solana Beach. After a day of good meetings, making the friendship of two former strangers and discussing other notable subjects, it was so good to hear her voice, as she prepared to brave a threatened chilly storm, just to make sure that I wouldn't be caught in it. My sinus applauded her consideration.

How can that Be, Dear God
That You lend me her voice-
(never shrill, always lovely in tone and timbre)
Just exactly when I need it.
The phone is so interesting,
Always interrupting what ever
(an accident of sound)-
But when it lilts the voice I love
It becomes a magical carpet ride
(for which I wished).
And God is thanked,
once again.

"A long, long kiss--the kiss of youth and love."(Byron)

Ah that Byron, a poet of love who mixed thoughts and words into poetry that fills the heart, making Valentine Day permanent. The kiss is a ridiculous action, pressing lips together into softness that becomes the verb of loving, both puppy-love and mature, lasting, legendary love.

"Laughter is both the opening of lips and the heart, that shows at the same time pearls and the soul." (Hugo)
Victor Hugo could write about human nature--all of it--the cruelty, as well as the permanence of great love. That takes the brilliance of heart and mind, mixing with adjectives and verbs, so that the nouns spring to life, in fact make living into life..

As I sit at my computer, words flow from "nowhere"; I guess "nowhere" can be the soul expressing itself, as the throbs of passing hours become passing lifetimes. The soul is the eternal expression of worldly beauty, perhaps never original, but always timely.

"I am firmly convinced that the soul is indestructible, that its activity will continue through eternity." (Goethe)

Eternity, oh I can wait for that; living daily takes all of my time--not killing time, but living time is to understand that this is what God had in mind when He created the first of us.

Dear God, You lent us life
To see what we would do with it
And even You learn from each of us,
As You wait patiently, observing
Each new script, written from the learning curve
growing into soul.
Thank You!

Spend time,today, loving today, holding thoughts and love in your mind and heart, building your Sabbath-Soul

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