Above me, there is a crucifix that hangs in oversight of all I do. From office wall and height, it looks down upon me now. I chose and nailed it to the place, vantage from which it oversees, but I fear it is too high.
When I write, I do not see it. Body and neck must strain to find it in its aspect and angle above.
When I read, I do not see it. It is to my back and side—and still unnaturally above. Though always present, it as an effort to stare upon and view.
To seek a connection—communion with friend, spirit, or energy—it is difficult when the entity we seek is unnaturally above us. The pedestal or height in which we’ve placed it in relation to ourselves, by distance and vantage, creates not union but division and a separation.
For there to truly be a bond—communion and connection—we must be, and see, on same and equal plane. Is this not piece to the lesson and reason God came to us in body of His living son?
To have connection and a true bond, maybe eyes must be able to find and gaze upon as one contemplates what it is we see; whit it is that we are touched; discern if body, being, spirit as energy seeks engagement with us too.
We cannot see, view, or come to know, spiritually believe, if we only and forever view upon objects, symbols, and ideals left unnaturally on high. We must return them to level and plane of our living: where we see them more often and easily, eye to eye, learning and knowing what it is—by gazing upon and into—we feel in their presence and effect.
I have many ideals, many dreams, many beliefs and quiet convictions I hold unnaturally on high. By this, they are never challenged, but—without challenge or proving—never truly real.
Perhaps it is time to lower what I mistakenly believe I protect by raising high and, in distance, struggle to—or never—feel, know, or see. Maybe it is time to lower them, like the crucifix still above (I still do not see it but know it is there for it is I that placed it so). Maybe it is time to return these beliefs, dreams, and imaginations to plane and level of my living where I might learn and see them for what they truly are, different—but real—from untouched and unrealized ideal; where I might gaze into and upon, eye to eye, and—God willing—make of them a friend in realization of true engagement an connection.
