The truth is I was about to miss the invitation. I was on my way, rushing to “who knows
where.” How contradictory we humans are,
how peaceless we are, filled with incessant activity as if that were the
crowning achievement of humanity.
I glance at my watch and pull off to the side of some road
west of town. The fields undulate before
me in spring bareness. They lay pregnant
with soy, or wheat. Even this field
seems to be greeting the cooling rays of sunset, the seeds lay quietly,
relaxing into the coming night preparing for another day of the sun’s beckoning
rays.
I realize I am the odd man out here. I am the one trying to take in this moment
between anxious glances at my watch. I
am the anxious presence, the disharmony, in this scene. My engine stands idling and my mind is
racing. I am caught between two worlds,
one which moves at a natural, deliberate, steady and life-giving pace. A pace which seems to have enough time to
work, grow and rest. Yet the other world
beckons, no it screams at me, come away.
There is too much to be done, no time to sleep, no time to pause, no
time to waste.
Which voice will I heed?
I succumb to the sun’s glory, lost in the ever morphing
palate of color and texture. The horizon
is now ablaze.
Still, I wonder, what has been lost here? Minutes?
Am I late to another meeting?
Perhaps. Yet here, I find my full
humanity planted squarely in the beauty of creations moment. For one moment, I am part of the glory, not
merely an observer. I join this sacred
season as a celebrant, embracing and resting in the glory of this experience.
I embrace this moment, the moment where Heaven and Earth
meet,
And I,
I, am caught in the fringe.
