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Angels Are Among Us
The paradox of our
time in history is that...
We have bigger houses and smaller
families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more
degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less
judgment; more experts, but more problems; more
medicine, but less wellness.
We have multiplied our possessions,
but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too
seldom, and hate too often.
We have taller buildings, but
shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower
viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more,
but enjoy it less.
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We've
conquered outer space, but not
inner
space; we've cleaned up the air,
but polluted the soul; we've
split the atom, but not our
prejudice
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These are days
of two incomes, but more
divorce; of fancier houses, but
broken homes. |
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In the bottom of an old pond lived some
grubs, who could not understand why none
of their group ever came back after
crawling up the stems of the lilies, to
the top of the water. They promised each
other that the
next one who was called to make the
upward climb would return and tell the
others what happened to him.
Soon
one of them felt an urgent impulse to
seek the surface, he rested himself on
top of a lily pad and went through a
glorious transformation which made a
dragonfly, with beautiful wings. In vain
he tried to keep his promise, flying
back and forth over the pond, he peered
down at his friends below. Then he
realized that even if they could see
him, they would not recognize such a
radiant creature as one of their number.
The
fact that we cannot see our friends or
communicate with them after the
transformation we call death is no proof
that they cease to exist.
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You cannot make
anyone love you. What you can do is to let yourselves be
loved and to love. |
Many
Blessings to all who view
