Awoke, refreshed, expecting nothing in return! Journey towards Musing posture thought dashes athwart mind O’ mine. ‘Is a Hot Pocket actually a sandwich without an escape hatch for what you don’t like?’ Then! “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks.” (Act 2, Scene 2) ‘Oh, what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day, I have a wonderful feeling….’ True, true, true! Does three times ‘true,’ equal Truth? ‘Verily, verily, verily.’ (John 5:24) You do the math. Tis, Monday Morning. Therefore, I Muse. What concealed beauty situate out there this morning. Curtains caused penumbra. Beauty, yonder magic window, concealed. Deserve to glance upon it? Not quite! Feels like a blind date, with the most beautiful person. I’ve spotted her first! Yet, still veiled, I hold back. Temped to run away. Peep from a distance. Three times to be sure. Yet, undecided. Am I worthy? Lips betray me, “Beautiful day,” I whisper. ‘Wherefore art thou?’ ‘Art thou the one?’ ‘What is thy name?’ Morning glow finds full voice. Responds “Ehyeh asher ehyeh (Exodus 3:14), wink, wink, but after the first date, just call me ‘Ehyeh,’ ‘I AM,’ if you prefer.” As in, ‘The Way,’ ‘The Truth,’ and ‘The Life?’ (John 14:6) Amazing, single answer to three times true. Awash, with emboldened flirtility. Approach from a distance. Lift the veil, covering my magic window. Greet this beautiful Date, I mean Day, with a kiss. ‘Oh, what a beautiful Morning, oh what a beautiful Day, I have a wonderful feeling….’
Mus-ic of my mind, receives a command performance from James Cleveland. Repeated serenades, God Is. In patois, God AM. Art Fleming, I’ll take ‘Salvation’ for a thousand in this Final Jeopardy round. Daily Double! “God Is.” Contestant hits the buzzer, ‘What is the explanation for a wonderful week past?’ Isn’t that how Jeopardy is played? Haven’t watched it since, ‘Life,’ became my favorite game show. Life? Yes, to wit, yesterday, surrounded by Orlando Bill and Sue, LA Bill and Downstairs Barb, I had the most incredible positivity sandwich. Surrounded by amazingly positive people I just laid there like fresh sliced pastrami. Katz’s you come in a distant second to yesterday’s positivity sandwich. James Cleveland, why might that be? Bust a rhyme, ala Busta Rhymes! “God is the joy and the strength of my life. He removes all pain, misery and strife. He promised to keep me. Never to leave me. He’ll never, ever come short of His word.” Bam! Just threw my head back and the wig fell off. I ya goes to church, ya knows what I mean!
The IAMness of God. Abundant week past. Even in unintended consequence. Culminated with positivity sandwich. All the bad ingredients. Tossed out. Came clear in a FOWPAL ‘conscience’ inspired panel. Conscience, the pristine vessel, into which the singularity of Truth is poured. Duality is an illusion. Any departure from the singularity of Truth, is met with love borne resistance.
“But I say to you that listen, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. If anyone strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also; and from anyone who takes away your coat do not withhold even your shirt. Give to everyone who begs from you; and if anyone takes away your goods, do not ask for them again. Do to others as you would have them do to you. (Luke 6:28-31)
Hot dang! This positivity sandwich, like a Katz’s pastrami, with or without mustard and half sour pickles, can last for days. ‘Oh, what a beautiful Morning, oh what a beautiful Day, I have a wonderful feeling….’