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At first I struggle because if I give my devotion to Mary then I lessen my love to God. And then I argue with myself for it is not a measure of more or less, or better or best. Our hearts are capable of much more than ‘measures of…’
My heart searches for words this morning only because it seems that within our hearts and souls everything is multi-dimensional, without the boundaries of time and space and physicality. And just as our physical bodies require air to breathe for our lives to be sustained, within our beings it is love that is the connector, the ocean that carries nourishes and sustains us. That is the most that I can say to try describe what it is like in a non-physical dimension. In this life each nourishes and sustains the other.
What I struggle to explain or give words to Caryll Houselander’s description of what Mary is like is so incredibly beautiful and expresses what my words cannot. And I pause as I realize that Jesus himself spoke of what the Kingdom of God and heaven were “like”.
For a brief moment I understand (or think I understand) and am almost able to visualize what my words so imperfectly try to express how our bodies (which are only a very small part of who we are) are like reeds that Houselander writes of.
I think how the ends are not the musical instruments, pens that write, the Rules of Life or even our own bodies. No, they are but living expressions of what our hearts and beings are like… The music we make, the images we paint are but a foretaste.
Mary is a living expression of that new life with God, as are each of us, but that is another reflection…