My Lord knew that men must work out their weavings. He knew that the race must consult its own follies, that years do not give reason, not length of years give wisdom. Only as men climb do they grasp the beauty of high tablelands where distances are blurred and eagles scream at random.
He knew that mankind had a Cup to quaff, a Rosary to count, and Edge to sharpen on the whetstone of experiencings.
How could he be sorry that each soul had its destiny? How could He be saddened that clowns did not gain wits from hearing lusty sermons? The earth was the father's and the fullness thereof. Surely He felt no urge toward cosmic satisfactions that potentates were valorous--when valor became their strategies--more than He tossed His sop to the logic that man must be the plaything in a battldoring of martyrs.
My Lord knew the world unto which He had come!.
Jerusalem was quiet.
A katydid called. A kid bleated somewhere. Men took their leisure, a child was given the breast. Over the hill, the Watcher sat pondering.
He pondered how He might best service those who needed His doctrines of compassion, but His greatness lay in the aspiration that no man should know the extent of His ministries...
To redress, to enoble, to put vast truths within the lips of others, to write a Great Song but not sing it, to deepen the cosmic satisfactions by great labors performed while the profiteers slumbered, to stage the Drama of Aeons but to let each actor think his role his own...such were his concernments.
He needed night's darkness to cloak His own greatness. And the night was propitious with rich salutations.
He was glad to be alone, that out of well-springs of his spirit might gush a new fountain, relaxing His energies, cheering His strivings.
My Lord did not mope upon a hillside, sobbing to Himself that He worked in futilities. I will not have it so!.
Too many great mortals have I met and beheld their lambent glance when high plans were maturing.
The greater the wilderness, the more splendorful the company. The stouter the heart, the greater the anthem... played on the spirit when Quiet is mighty.