“A golden heaven sings by itself a song to nobody.” (Merton)
This morning for no apparent reason at all I am filled with the glorious song of a golden heaven even though it is raining outside. I hear the song. The song is new. My song to You. Your song to me. Thankyou.
I wonder at the New Jerusalem, this most beautiful place of jewels and sea glass, arches and light. This was the most beautiful place that John could imagine as he sat in the most ugliest place in the world. He sat alone – yet not alone at all. As long as he held onto this vision of Light and Lamp he was filled and comforted by God Himself.
Ah, to imagine such a beautiful place. Even with the help of John’s words I cannot see this second Jerusalem as he did.
“For the glory of God gives its light and the Lamb is its lamp.” (Rev 21:23)