In his masterful poem Taliessin Through Logres Charles Williams has the dying knight Palomides say:
The Lord created all things by means of His Blessing.
If this is the kingdom, the power, the glory, my heart
formally offers the kingdom, endures the power,
joins to itself the aerial screams of the eagle. . .
That Thou only canst be Thou only art.
Simple minded people pretend that if they do not experience God they can wish Him away. Even more foolish Christians posture as if the Creator is lucky to have them on His team.
The arrogance of me!
The God who speaks to me through his Word is the Creator. His very thought is blessing enough to create the cosmos. If this God condescends to be my friend, then it is such good news that nothing else should matter.
I should wonder at it, shout about it, marvel at the glory. It should prevent any other action, but worship.
I do not glory in it every day only because the mundane rises up and protects me from the awesome nature of it.
The good news is so good that it would be unbearable in my present state. I am too small for this total Vision and so I talk about it as if I understand, but I know I do not. How do I know? Because it is so simple to forget it.
Like the knowledge that I must die, the reality of God is so final and so complete that my unprepared mind hides it. In order to be ready to see it, to contemplate Him, I must prepare and do the small things, the little steps to holiness, that will make me ready for that ultimate realization.
At the very hour of my death, like Palomides, I will not need to hide from the things I have always known. The big truth will come crashing in on me and only a mind, heart, and soul prepared by God for God will be ready to admit what is already known.
God is so great that giving Him the kingdom is too little. I cannot cede to Him what is smaller than He deserves. His cosmos is beyond contempt compared to His divine essence. The entire universe gains its small value in being His creation, the result of His blessing. It is the result of His Blessing and it is the Blessing that is truly great and not the cosmos.
It is good, because of His Blessing and because He says it is good.
Only God is Himself. Only God really is. Everything else is only by being dependent on Him. It is frightening. It is awful. It is huge.
And yet God created all things by His Blessing. The bigness is greatness of Love. The terror is the joy of a wedding day. God is Love and He blesses us.
Every moment of my life is waiting to fully grasp this fact. Every moment of every life is preparation for the Vision of the God of the Grail. Now I see dimly, at the hour of my death less so, and when the darkness at last fades clearly.
I will fly. I will scream with the Eagle in the air of the total liberty of knowing my nature and place. I will know Him as best a creature can know the Totally Other Creator. I will bask in His blessing joined with all good and noble creatures singing: Thou only canst be Thou only art.