In the observing, is the object of observation transformed

 




It’s only love that can explain a girl’s shining eyes as she watches out her window on brown textured spread of prairie. What else but love could quicken her heart in this in-between winter-spring. No white snow blanketing the world in wonder. No greening haze to grace the ground and trees.

What beauty in scraggled leaf abandoned wind-rows could she see? It must be love. Unconditional love, waiting patiently through apparent barrenness. This girl is one with the naked branches reaching out in endless expanse of space, stretching herself within the clear and clean blue sky.

Her soul knows too the body’s ache to bury itself in the prairie’s deep, rich soil. To plant itself as seed. To die to itself, to live. This is pregnant latent love.

It is this prairie-girl’s heart and soul and mind and body that aches with love as she looks out over fields to farms and is reminded that the Christ who dwells within as God breathed Spirit longs to look through her eyes to see what she sees, and so love through her. And thus, to see what God sees, and in the seeing know the beauty in all things and in all seasons even seasons of in-between.

This looking, longingly and lovingly, this contemplated paying of attention, to really see is love. In the seeing and the knowing and the loving is transformation consummated.

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