Moments we come face to face with reality
Now I was suddenly made aware of another world of beauty and myster such as I had never imagined to exist, except in poetry. It was as though I had begun to see and smell and hear for the first time. Something breaks suddenly into our lives and upsets their normal pattern, and we have to begin to adjust ourselves to a new kind of existence. It is as though a veil has been lifted and we see for the first time behind the facade which the world has built round us.
Suddenly we know that we belong to another world, that there is another dimension to existence. It is impossible to put what we have seen into words; it is something beyond all words which has been revealed. There can be few people to whom such an experience does not come at some time, but it is easy to let it pass, and lose its significance. The old habits of thought reassert themselves; our world returns to its normal appearence and the vision which we have seen fades away.
But these are the moments when we really come face to face with reality; moments of grace. We see our life for a moment in its true perspective in relation to eternity. We are freed from the flux of time and see something of the eternal order which underlies it. We are no longer isolated individuals in conflict with our surroundings; we are parts of a whole , elements in a universal harmony.
This is 'the golden string 'of Blake's poem. It is the grace which is given to every soul, hidden under the circumstances of our daily life, and easily lost if we choose not to attend to it. To follow up the vision which we have seen, to keep it in mind when we are thrown back again on he world, to live in its light and to shape our lives by its law, is to wind the string into a ball, and to find our way out of the labyrinth of life.
But this is no easy matter.
Bede Griffiths The Golden String