Beams of Love
My Dear People,
"We are put on earth a little space that we may learn to bear the beams of love."
-- William Blake
As Nelson and I watched the fireworks flashing and leaping in the night sky, he told me that they, the fireworks, were to let Gene-Pa know that we had not forgotten him; and to remind Mimi, his grandmother, to be happy.
He's making his way, Nelson is, trying, as we all are, to make sense of things.
Meanwhile, Gena went into our nursery, on Monday, to find Fin sitting up; a first. And he was quite pleased about it.
He's making his way too. Trying to make sense of it all.
As, again, we all are.
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And I think Blake has it right; I think he says it about as well as anyone ever has: we are put here for love; to learn how to bear the beams of love. And the double metaphor works well (he was William Blake, after all):
Beams in the sense of timbers, as in a bridge or a roof. Heavy and strong; and sometimes burdensome; and hard. And absolutely necessary; without which the whole thing falls apart.
And beams in the sense of sunbeams, warming us; and warming us, perhaps, too much for our own comfort sometimes. And life-giving. Indeed, essential to life.
Love. It makes the most sense.
Indeed, it makes the only sense.
Your brother in Christ,
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