Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Looking up for the heavenly plays in the sky

For days, it has been overcast and somewhat to very stormy. Darkened skies are no real mirror into the soul, necessarily. If sunshine is in my soul, I can say to my soul, why are you cast down? I have just gotten used to the beauty of the covered sky and gotten to see the showers of blessings reflected in them when I looked out this morning expecting to see some small graffiti covering my blue skyline. Surprise, Brother Marius is back on duty, after ever so long.

I missed you, Brother Marius. I thought it so very providential that he was my health teacher, in summerschool. How stupid do you have to be to fail health? Stupid enough to get a grade on your notebook and whether or not you doodle here and there and anywhere. Truly "nonsense" was his dearest contribution to my completed high school education. "Nothing between my soul and my Savior" was the call of the day through his dear remembrance and the wonder of the St. Francis Prep traverse. I am ever so grateful for his kind and grumpy attendance to my sweet summer in the hands of St. Francis Prep.

It is a New York mindset that can see human providences in the graffiti that distresses you in your commute and the silence of the cloudless sky, in similitude.

It is my opinion that Nothing Between is Brother Marius' favorite hymn and he jumped to the head of the line on cloud duty to let me know this. :)

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