Sunday Morning XIX

If there were no holes in Swiss cheese, I would not like it.

It is the hole that adds the flavor.

Some ask, how I can taste what isn't there? They find it strange that I prefer holy cheese.

My reply? It's not so much the cheese I enjoy; it's the fun involved when eating it.

Poking my tongue through the hole and allowing the flavor around its edges to titillate my taste buds with wondrous expectations of what the bite will bring.

Then, nibbling the cheesy substance around the hole, just nibbling around, until only the hole remains.

Our spiritual selves are a lot like Swiss Cheese. For our Spirit is the hole after the material has been nibbled away.
Chae