Eyes to See

“By virtue of Creation, and still more the Incarnation,
nothing here below is profane for those who know how to see.”
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

I remember one hot, summer’s day as a child, laying in the long, tickly grass of the field behind my home, watching the clouds race. All around me I could hear the bees and insects buzzing away, drowning the distant traffic noise and the passing train. As I write I can smell again that particular perfume of hot earth, sweat and new mown grass, with a little tang of melting tar hovering as an afternote. I watched as a ladybird and a very strange caterpillar made their way to the tip of the burdock, neither bending the leaves, but moving lightly as if that was where they belonged.

I knew, even then, that I was lucky. I had been raised in a family where belief in the unusual was as commonplace as knowledge of the divine, yet there were never any labels affixed that limited those beliefs and I was free to find what spoke to my own heart.

I did not know what God might be, nor did it matter… It just Was. Some saw Him as depicted in the Churches, others had a more abstract idea…some took a more pragmatic view, others a spiritual one. But though I learned of their ideas, none told me this was what I had to believe. So, for me, I could, on that day, look up at the heavens from my cocoon of grass and feel myself held in the hand of a God of which I was a part.

As I grew older and learned to live with others, growing as I was, I watched and learned how beliefs are imposed by parents and teachers, even by culture. It is natural, of course, for a parent who, through faith, feels they have found the answers they have sought to pass these to their children as a gift, hoping, perhaps, to gift that beauty and spare the child the quest for answers.

But I saw, too, where people were forced to accept beliefs that did not sing to their own inmost heart and, in accepting them, lose the light in their own eyes. The faith, for these, goes little deeper than the lip-service and they are left adrift, serving an ideal from which they feel divorced.

Through my teenage years, I shied away from the word ‘God’, as do many who follow an esoteric path. It conjured too many conflicting images in my own mind, from the gentle Jesus to the avenging and jealous God that I could not reconcile. Then, too, in a nominally Christian country, I realised it would do the same for others, and each would bring their own interpretation to any conversation where the Name was used.

But I never really found another way of referring to It that everyone would understand. It is easy to write and avoid the word, a capital letter here and there makes it plain. But in speech it does not work that way.

So now, I look around me at the beauty of the world, trying once more to leave the imposed definitions behind me and simply see the glorious details with the eyes of that child, so long ago. And I can speak of God, for whatever It is to another’s heart, It is the One to me, and we are part of It and so is the world in which we live. I do not need to explain or define, I do not even need to understand. Just to perceive It and know It is enough.

16 thoughts on “Eyes to See

  1. When I was in college studying religion, at some point I realized that everything is one thins and all things are one thing. Since I was in the middle of a 4 credit course (very few courses are 4 credits, most are a maximum of three), I had to write a paper, but I couldn’t write a single normal sentence, so I turned in a 33- page poem. And for this, I finally got an A.

    I got it. I finally got it. All things are one thing and though people feel obliged to divide them ad give the dogma and division in the end, they are part of the all in all. It’s just hard here in the U.S. to remember it.

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  2. Right there with you on ‘how does one communicate the ‘all that Is” or the “I am that I am” with others to facilitate the conversation and be honest about my inner world, and the outer world I see/experience?

    My favorite lines from the prose of Max Ehrman, titled Desiderata, are the following, which often helps ‘lay the foundation’ for communication with others in my current world –

    “You are a child of the universe,
    no less than the trees and the stars;
    you have a right to be here.
    And whether or not is is clear to you
    no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

    Therefore, be at peace with God
    whatever you conceive Him to be
    and whatever your labors and aspirations,
    in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.”

    That said, I have been re-reading this on a daily basis, for awhile now…as a reminder – – 😀

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