Those dots of light that have always served to guide us
The many lights that overcome the darkness
Keeping us in awe
We fabricate our own lights
Those artificial lights that guide us on busy paths
Street lights to early morning work
Building lights offering commercial entertainment
These lights aren’t necessarily bad,
But too many and they drown out the beauty of the dots
The dots of Life
Thank God for the Sunrise!
The Light that overcomes all
The Light that wakes us..
Pulling every human, every animal, every being
Out of solitude to interact
How the birds sing when this happens
The Light that gives life to the plants
The plants that then give us our breath
Can’t we sit and enjoy it for now?
It will be gone soon
The Light will fall in a beautiful display
Off to touch the other side of existence
We watch as it goes
How beautiful is its departure
We stare in awe and give thanks
Thanks not for the Light, but for what it brings
But is what we give thanks for possible without the Light..
Without the continuing cycle it provides?
I hope it knows we are grateful
It disappears and we are once again in awe
Loving the spots among the darkness
We know they will die eventually
Providing new life to the Universe
Many have already died
But somehow we still see
Their Light, always guiding
Take a moment to give thanks
The artificial lights are calling
Calling you into the deep darkness
Where lights drown out the Lights
And life drowns out the LIFE
But do not be afraid
The Sun is coming again!
He is actually always there
Waiting to rise and overtake you
To give all Life
May we share this LIFE.
Our minds will never fully comprehend the journey of existence, but when we completely let go, give in, and trust, we have moments when a joy so overwhelming envelops us it forces us to share. It might not always be joy. Maybe it’s comfort. Many times it is strongest when we are weak. However it graces us, this gift we’ve received ends up flowing out to others. It is too great to be contained. Sometimes it’s as simple as reaching for a pen to write. We might even find ourselves stanza-ing for the first time in order to pass thoughts for a poem.
I can’t fully describe this feeling when it happens and I’m perfectly fine with that because the joy writes, speaks, and displays for itself. No matter how much I struggle to explain it, as long as I am vulnerable I can trust that the God in me will reach the God in the one I share with, bonding us within an eternal process of renewing Love. To me, enjoying the journey includes sharing our struggle within the joy.
“I could ask the darkness to hide me or the light around me to turn into night, but even the darkness is not dark for you, and the night is as bright as the day. Darkness and light are the same to you” -Psalm 139:11-12