Blake captures a widespread feeling of transcendence that the mystic senses when he wrote in his poetry
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Joseph Plunkett wrote
I See His Blood Upon The Rose
I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice-and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.
All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.
Rainbows are sacred natural happenings but seem like mountains to be thin places where God seems very close and the veil between our world and Heaven is thin or removed. There we get glimmers of His beauty and constant care and presence. ( Declan )
Skies touched by sunsets can be awesome too. I thought this sky was really awesome. Life itself can be awesome. New Life especially so.
We are all touched by the blessing of being touched by the hand and fingers of a newly born baby. the life and power in their grip though tiny always amazes. Be open to touching the Sacred in what comes you way each day.