In the still of night, when my thoughts turn away from the charms of this world, and my consciousness slips through the cracks, leaving worldly cares behind, and expanding out into the possibilities of the world to come, I have a desire, burning within me, and I become like a flame, golden, balanced, and dancing upon the uttermost tip of a candle. If I could be, I would be a pipe in God’s celestial organ, sounding with the angels in heavenly choruses, pure and undefiled. Holy. A silver tone. This would be me, doing my part, the Holy Spirit blowing through me, without remembrance, without affectation, or obstruction; simply the sound of creation giving itself—giving it all—to the One who made it.
~FS
Prayerful Life 