What is Light?

As I sit here on the heating radiator in front of one of my dining room windows, I can't help being fascinated by the shadows of the leaves and tree branches playing across the table.

My youngest has caught a gunky sinus cold from who knows what and he is coughing in the background, lounging on our big round chair watching something on his tablet.  That little stinker bought figured out how to buy a movie on Amazon Prime Video on his tablet.  But that is a story for another time.

Back to the light.  What I am using as a devotional each day had a poem about light that I read for yesterday that I want to share with you because it speaks so much to light in our daily lives and God's light given to us by the words of Jesus Christ, through the Holy Spirit.

Poetry can be an amazing vehicle to discuss faith, when given thought and discernment to the words and context of the idea that is being conveyed.  Don't believe me, check out the books of Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, Lamentations and if your Bible has it Songs of Solomon.  Each of these biblical books are written in poetic as well a prophetic form.  I encourage you to rummage around in these books when you can take a moment to do so.  They have all kinds of amazing little nuggets about living a daily life of faith in the good and bad times.

May this poem on, For Light, bring light into your life on this Tuesday, September 10th, 2019.

Until Next Time,

Megan

John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings. Doubleday.  New York, New York.  2008. 15-16.

For Light

Light cannot see inside things.
That is what the dark is for:
Minding the interior,
Nurturing the path of growth
Through places where death
In its own way turns into life.

In the glare of neon times,
Let our eyes not be worn
By surfaces that shine
With hunger made attractive.

That our thoughts may be true light,
Finding their way into words
Which have the weight of shadow
To hold the layers of truth.

That we never place our trust
In minds claimed by empty light,
Where one-sided certainties
Are driven by false desire.

When we look into the heart,
May our eyes have the kindness
And reverence of candlelight.

That the searching of our minds
Be equal to the oblique
Crevices and corners where
The mystery continues to dwell,
glimmering in fugitive light.

When we are confined inside
The dark house of suffering
That moonlight might find a window.

When we become false and lost
That the severe noon-light
Would cast our shadow clear.

When we love, that dawn-light
Would lighten our feet
Upon the waters.

As we grow old, that twilight
Would illuminate treasure
In the fields of memory.

And when we come to search for God,
Let us first be robed in night,
Put on the mind of morning
To feel the rush of light
Spread slowly inside
The color and stillness
Of a world found.