To lift your eyes to heaven,
When all men’s eyes are on the ground, is not easy.
To worship at the feet of angels, when all men worship only fame and riches, is not easy.
But the most difficult of all is to think the thoughts of angels, and to do as angels do.
As the son inherits the land of his father, so have we inherited a Holy Land from our Fathers.
This land is not a field to be ploughed, but a place within us where we may build our Holy Temple; that which we have inherited from our Fathers, and their Fathers, Fathers.
The Holy Temple can be built only with the ancient Communions, those, which are spoken, those which are thought and those which are lived.
The Communions are a bridge between man and the Angels, and like a bridge, can be built only with patience, yet, even as the bridge over the river is fashioned stone by stone, as they are found by the water’s edge.
And just as the roots of the tree sink into the earth and are nourished, and the branches of the tree raise their arms to the heaven, so is man like the trunk of the tree, with his roots deep in the breasts of his Earthly Mother and his soul ascending to the bright stars of his Heavenly Father, and this is the sacred Tree of Life which stands in the Sea of Eternity.
To lift your eyes to heaven,
When all men’s eyes are on the ground, is not easy.
To worship at the feet of angels, when all men worship only fame and riches, is not easy.
But the most difficult of all is to think the thoughts of angels, and to do as angels do.
