within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown
across the garden, free medicine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise,
the first blue violets kneeling.
– Rumi
This one really spoke to me this morning.
When was the last time you inhaled deeply and actually appreciated the breath you take. Appreciated the smells and the purity.
For this, THIS IS the kingdom of God. We are standing in the royal court; Subjects unto the Divine. All that we behold is gilded perfection, emanating richness and glory.
All the trees know this as they stand tall, thoughtless, and at one with God, majestic and silent as though hushed in a prayer of love and exaltation.
Birds are ever praising in joy, swooping and soaring.
Even the flowers seem to shine in gratitude for their moment of glory.
And the amazing grace that makes it all is everywhere and nowhere. Within and without. It flows through all, like the air we breathe. It is the hug that encircles you not with arms but with love.
Not a romantic love, but a soul deep acceptance of all that is, as it is... because it is exactly as it should be and it is always good. You are always good. You are always accepted.
I know. It's in the air. All the healing you need is right there for you. Breathe it in.
