The Unseen Miracle
I love March.
As I slip and mulch my way through slippery, muddy tracks and melting pools of snow.
I relish every soggy, crunchy bit of it.
What’s not to love? Spring starts in March. And birds sing lonesome, piercing songs upon the still barren trees. The earth thaws. Trickling streams gurgle unseen beneath the feet. The woods is a beautiful, mysterious place full of shimmering light and fleeting shadows.
So much of March remains an unseen miracle waiting to spring upon us.
The buds that are getting ready to burst open. The newborn leaves that will unfurl and weave a green canopy overhead. The life that may yet stir after this spell of deep rest.
As I was returning home today, I thought that’s much like our lives.
That some of the most important work in one’s life are oftentimes hidden. The work which one is never paid a cent for. The work which will never get one famous.
I’m talking about the daily act of giving away ourselves in deliberate and purposeful ways.
I like to think that divine kingdoms are built this way.
By those who give of themselves in the most loving, gentlest and kindest of ways. In ceaseless, tireless service to mankind.
I think Divinity hovers in the abodes of such hearts.
Oh, now isn’t that the most splendid of all unseen miracles?
How resplendent the luminaries of knowledge that shine in an atom, and how vast the oceans of wisdom that surge within a drop! To a supreme degree is this true of man, who among all created things … hath been singled out for the glory of such distinction. For in him are potentially revealed all the attributes and names of God. (Kitáb-i-Íqán – The Book of Certitude)
I dedicate Day 2 of my Nature series to Kitty at The Daily Round. For her love of March that matches mine! And for her love for all things bright and beautiful. And for all creatures great and small. And to all of you who give of yourselves in beautiful ways with no thought of any returns. Bless you.