From God

From God:

that it's all divine, the literal meaning of being from God, and this includes life's every expression without exception. This is my own description of course, just a story using words that fit an early morning mood of gratitude and awe. I'm awake right now, senses stirred, and everything seems to comes from God, each detail of the morning revealing itself divine through its subtle display of simply being, existing, and how it all seamlessly belongs within my view. There's an observer here as well, watchful of my own connection and display, that I am seamless too in my belonging. It's all from God, infinite observation regressed to inevitable emptiness, silence, divine nothingness. 

that it's all from God.

to be from in no way means diminished, what I see now, this morning, isn't a lesser gift than any other aspect of God. It's an extension of holiness itself, heaven all the way down to the dew dripped blade of grass that waits for the first touch of sunlight to be dried. It's of God, being exactly the same, and if not found here, on a single blade of grass, than won't ever be discovered, won't be known in any meaningful way. It's all from, of, God, everything's revealed to be divine.

don't take these words to be religious, or even spiritual in anyway - this is the holiness of the mundane, ordinariness, God in every detail of existence. These are just words that lend themselves best to my description, not a reflection to any belief except what the morning itself holds. I believe in the God that exists just before sunrise, a hushed sense of awe in hours not quite dawn. It's that blade of grass, growing heavy now with weight of dew and expectation of light, all of and from God, nothing but the divine revealed here. It's just another morning, similar to endless others before, and yet it's never been exactly as it is right now, never seen again in this unique expression, and this is what I awaken to. 

every morning...

it's all from God. 

~

Peace, Eric