DECEMBER 14
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky and I
lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing
can vanish—no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen
through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the
deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.
—RABINDRANATH TAGOREThis vision of an eternity in which nothing is lost can be a
great comfort to us. For though our loved one may be separ-
ated from us for a time, we feel that we are all part of the
encompassing Oneness of creation, and that when we, too,
pass over the brink of eternity, we will experience that ulti-
mate fullness in which our loved one abides—and so shall
we.
This hope, this picture of recovered love in the midst of
universal light and love, is so much a part of the world view
of so many individuals and so many communities—surely
there must be something to it!
In the unity of creation I can hope to find my love again.