There is quiet. There is peace.
The clouds are few and they are scattered. They are still.
There is quiet. The grass is spread evenly over the earth on the hill. Some
birds feed on seeds and worms. There are trees. A dove sits on an olive branch.
In the distance one hears the sound of sheep and the shepherd calling.
Jesus sits on a rock below the trees.
He prays.
There is silence. There is stillness. Then a gentle breeze blows past the
trees and over the grass. Then there is silence. There is stillness.
And Jesus prays.
And there are trees. And all manner of trees of the world are there now. There
is the jacaranda and the elm and the bottle brush. There is the sycamore and
the papyrus and the olive trees and the cherry blossoms. And the wattle.
And in silence Jesus prays.
There is calm in the heart and in that face. There is a smile.
And all manner of creatures of the earth and the air are there too. There
are the ravens and the sparrows and the cranes and the mynahs and pigeons
and doves and the crows.
Jesus smiles.
And time past and time present and the future, and all time is there too.
There is calm, there is peace. There is quiet.
Jesus smiles.
And the children smile. And the innocent smile. And the unlearned smile. They
whose hearts are not filled with the ego but with oneness of all things, they
smile. Do you smile too?
Jesus smiles.