“let there be light
and there was light”
light light light
everywhere light
spilling
shining
breaking open the most
secret places
singing:
“flourish!
flourish!
all of you
flourish!”
sometimes light comes in inklings, barely graspable glimmers, crumbs of insights leading us, leading us on and out, journeys Spiritward. sometimes it comes in sweeping waves, moments so clear our lives change in a moment. i love the passage from Isaiah that says, “precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little.” the littles, even the littles…cherish the littles…build, grow, move, embrace, stretch, yearn, reach, soar.
Mary Baker Eddy puts it beautifully in this way: “When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts. Oh, may you feel this touch, — it is not the clasping of hands, nor a loved person present; it is more than this: it is a spiritual idea that lights your path!”
one of my most cherished moments of light happened the summer after high school. this poem was written a few years ago for my friend Sally:
we are at the dead end
in a station wagon
looking out the window for a sunset,
the lake pushing up against the sky.
i am railing once again against my life;
injustices of disappointments
having decided
how things ought to be and aren’t.
you are a fine-tuned ear
drinking in the words
but not sinking in my sorrow
your gaze takes me
out beyond the sky and lake
and road of gravel
you are leading me on a journey of air
out beyond this yearning
out beyond the throws of despair
out we go
catapulted by the splitting of sky before us
the sky
the sky is breaking open
and in between the light and water and air
there is a hovering i have hoped for
but have not seen
this is heaven.
the shattering of doubt
the consummation of hope
you and me
sitting in a station wagon
at the end of one long dirt road
in a sea of infinity
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Sara Grove’s song “Something Changed” says it so well:
“Something changed inside me broke wide open all spilled out
Till I had no doubt that something changed
Never would have believed it till I felt it in my own heart
In the deepest part the healing came
And I cannot make it
And I cannot fake it
And I can’t afford it
But it’s mine
Something so amazing in a heart so dark and dim
When a wall falls down and the light comes in
And I cannot make it
And I cannot fake it
And I can’t afford it
But it’s mine”
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