Mary's Touch

And so the dream-vision begins, the force pulling the young mother out of the bedroom, into the hall. Something seems unusual, the bathroom light has been left on. She pushes the door open to see her little girl sitting on the floor playing in soft shadow. No sign of affliction, physical or mental, shows in the dark-haired darling's countenance! Joyfully scooping her up, they fly down the hall face to face toward the kitchen, muted strains of a never-published Beatles tune accompanying their flight. Mary hovers above the kitchen table! Sweet face and floral robe! Rushing toward her, the mother instinctively bows her head, kneeling in reverence to the vibrational wave of Complete Love. Holding her daughter close, she reaches one hand up. As Mary reaches out to grasp that hand, her daughter receives the blessing of Mary's touch through her. Exquisite Love, exquisite moment . . . where is her other little one to receive this blessing? The mental pleading, "Oh, come, hurry! Don't miss this moment! Oh, come share in this Love! Please!" The longing goes unfulfilled . . . he plays in the bedroom, unaware of the present kitchen miracle.

And so the supreme example has been wordlessly set by the Greatest Mother. Presence triumphs over Word, Presence submits to Touch. Who among us will reach out a hand today in a blessing of Love?