The Star and the Beggar’s Coin
Where heaven is on earth, sparkles of unknown joys and palpitations of the heart begin. Behold, a flower, a rose, a petal. Yet why is my mind and heart so uplifted without reason to joy unknown and memories to be told?
Earth is filled with remnances, memories, fragrances, and newly falling graces from above. Where are they? The stars above, or the star that is the heart of a generous man? How may we cling to them, holding them as a lowly, humble beggar holds fast the coins, received as daily bread, giving life to him on earth.
Hold fast to what is good, flee from all evil.
Let us begin an exploration unto the secret, unknown, heavenly diadems, God places, gives vision to, and has placed on earth, through the obedience of angels, of archangels, and of men, seeds planted ages hence, now historic monuments, structures, forests, and nature’s wonders to behold, their very sight to the eyes penetrating by divine indescribable and indiscernible light into the heart, the mind, and the soul of man.
