Desert
If, as Herod, we fill our lives with things and again with things; if we consider ourselves so unimportant that we must fill every moment of our lives with action, when will we have the time to make the long, slow journey across the desert as did the Magi? Or sit and watch the stars as did the shepherds? Or brood over the coming of the child as did Mary? For each one of us, there is a desert to travel, a star to discover and a being within ourselves to bring to life.
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If, as Herod, we fill our lives with things and again with things; if we consider ourselves so unimportant that we must fill every moment of our lives with action, when will we have the time to make the long, slow journey across the desert as did the Magi? Or sit and watch the stars as did the shepherds? Or brood over the coming of the child as did Mary? For each one of us, there is a desert to travel, a star to discover and a being within ourselves to bring to life.
Author unknown
If, as Herod, we fill our lives with things and again with things; if we consider ourselves so unimportant that we must fill every moment of our lives with action, when will we have the time to make the long, slow journey across the desert as did the Magi? Or sit and watch the stars as did the shepherds? Or brood over the coming of the child as did Mary? For each one of us, there is a desert to travel, a star to discover and a being within ourselves to bring to life.
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Behind The Art
I have never been able to locate the source of this text. It was sent to me years ago as a Christmas card. Basically, the meaning seems to me much like Psalm 46:10 – “Be still and know that I am God” – challenging, like that, suggesting the risks and rewards, in stillness.
Risks? Looking beyond attainments, career, honors, wealth, “things” for a sense of personal significance.
Rewards? Well, the text alludes to one example. It is Mary saying “Behold, the handmaid of the Lord, be it unto me according to thy word”. Luke 1:38
—Michael