One year, at Halloween time...I confess to being somewhat depressed...that seasonal change of light and moment, offset from the rhythm of the usual. It was early evening. Neighbors were stopping by, children...all done up in their paint and faux finery...princesses, pirates, sticky gooey ungoodness of high fructose, and fossilized candy. You know...the usual, the completely expected. Then, there was this boy, a little boy, maybe seven or eight or ten, in his mothers arms. They weren't wearing costumes. The mother smiled like the mother of a savior...the boy smiled, into me...like God. The boy was crippled in body, but in spirit, in love...the presence of the savior was there. I felt it, I wanted to know more. The boy touched me. He and his mother faded into the crowd. I knew everyone in town. They knew me. I had never seen the boy or his mother before, nor since.
It is only to say, the unexpected may arrive for you...one day, there at your doorstep, whether you are of no belief, or of some belief...in something. When it happens, it will change you...seal you, into a new cognition. You don't even have to be ready. Love is a gift from goodness, from the most high source. It finds its way to you. Don't give up, and don't forget to give...and, when love is given...it isn't visible. It doesn't make air's. It is subtle and gentle as a breeze. It gets to you, and it never leaves.
Some Halloween, some Christmas, some day of no particular note, when you are just walking along or sitting on the couch, or worried of debt...love will come.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, Deming, New Mexico
Photo Credit: istock, Getty Images
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