...Realm-of-Angels!

 

Blessings! Seems to be a “straight-forward”-enough consideration at first-blush. Hmm!?

Well! Just maybe some might lay claim to an excuse of “never” having experienced such sacred-phenomena? I never win anything! Nobody loves me! Everybody is out to get me! It always manages to rain on my parade! If I say “Yes!” the right answer is “No!” Blessings!? Bah!

Such “focused”-skepticism must be “practiced” to endure; life is chocked-full of sacred-Love!

Perhaps, the “experience” is more determined by the individual-attitude rather than any lack of “awesome-wonder” fulfillment offered simply for the taking. The glass is forever half-empty!

What-“if” the treasure-measure of Blessings truly is obfuscated by any reluctance to “accept”?

Try this, Oh! Skeptic-cynic: Since a miracle refuses indulge thee, seek the blessings-myriad!

View the innocent-baby; absorb a child’s smile; allow thyself a grin. Relax! Initiate! Take a simple walk. Feel the warmth of golden-sunshine; allow thy taught-expression some freedom.

See a tree in all its awesome-wonder; the very “Glory” which is Mother Nature’s venue. Life!

Ever visited the ocean? I can smell the fresh salt-air, feel her caressing gentle-breeze touch.

Recall Yellowstone and her Grand Teton range, there in the cerulean; for my pleasure! Ah!

Oh!? You hedge, surprised! ’Tis not those “Blessings” I meant! Rather---my…miracles!

Try this prayer in a proper humility-chanting: Our Father---give us this day…my will be done… Now, repeat the adoration, only, this time replace “My”-will with a humble “Thy”-will.

Might offer a treasure-measure of difference in the perspective? Well! Maybe? Hmm!?

Take thy myriad blessing-offerings with humbling-respect in appreciation of the gift! Amen!

Consider that most important-word: Amen! It’s meaning and final-placement hold meaning.

“Amen” means: “So be it!” Or “So it is!” It concludes: Truth! The last word in thy plea.

So? Ye claims that Prayer is not on thy agenda? No fancy faux-humility pre-planned words?

Humble-thyself! Sinner! Confront thy “weakness”! Confess thy transgressions! Repent!

Simply life in “Prayer”! What? Writer-friend, even you cannot explain such dribble! Hmm!

Try this dear-friend skeptic: Let each instant–of-life be a humble offering-of-prayer!

In thy wake and sleep and eat and go and sight and hear and touch and smell and motion. In thy focused-thought and –word and -deed. Exude class! Practice Charity! Indulge Christian-generosity! Speak “Kindness”! Spread “Humor”! Laugh only “at” thyself, only “with” others! Be less “always”-right, on every subject-matter. Perceive “Greatness” in thy fellow-man! Tolerate!

Practice a “Saint”-manner: Give-in on most issues! Want to be an “Angel”? Accept “blame”!

With all this explanation, thee still cannot accept Blessings---simply…acknowledge thy brain!

That exercise, an admission to exceptional “grey”-matter grandeur-of-purpose---a…miracle! 

“One-small-step”! And---there…go (simple-humble) I! Permit it---begin…with me!  

In company of spiteful purveyors-of-“hate” I once found myself derided and severely-chastised because I dared conclude that I knew myriad “Good”-people and only a very slight-few “bas”-ones. Wow! Let the litany-of-denial commence! To wit: You don’t know “everybody!”

Such focused-venom! I have never claimed to know even “many”, but I do recognize “Good”!

A very beautiful, extremely-intelligent Young-lady was summoned to an interview with a panel-of-three at a university she to which she had applied. Asked what her ambition was, she replied that she wanted to earn an M.D.-PhD.  in neurology. Came a follow-up inquiry: Why?

The genius Young-lady quickly answered the pointed-query with humble-Truth!  “I know someone suffering with dementia whom I want to help, along with all people!” Wow!

Revelation foretells: In the end, the “Good”-guys win! Begin---admire…the Realm-of-Angels!...