A contemplative vision is not naive. It recognizes the pain and distortions in the world. Yet, while acknowledging what is wrong, it enables one to see through and work toward the wonder of the innate possible. The contemplative is imbued with the presence of the Holy in all life and in this sacred earth. The wars among nations, the destruction of species, the pollution of our planet are all seen as painful and in need of purposeful attention. In the eyes of the contemplative person, they are aberrations which cry out for conversion and change. To have a contemplative view is to be a unifier, to see creation as integrated, and to reverence all its expressions. One is enabled to see everything through the eyes of God and work with others toward forgiveness and healing.
Bless us with the gift of contemplative vision.
Am I aware of the Sacred in life? How can I “walk the talk”? How can I reverence God’s presence in our world?
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of God’s hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight,
O God, my Rock and my Redeemer.
When we acknowledge that all of life is sacred and that each act is an act of choice and therefore sacred, then life is a sacred dance lived consciously each moment. When we live at this level, we participate in the creation of a better world.
Scout Cloud Lee
What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action.
A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.
Love’s greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred.
Barbara De Angelis
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility.
The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.
Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery