December 2007 Archives

Sometimes I feel as though we are all candles, placed in a room, intended to illuminate the vast treasures that are contained therein. Some burn brighter, some not at all, but the more of us that do, the greater the scope of these grand visions.

But it seems that at some times I am more mesmerized by the lights than I am by what they reveal. Or I bemoan my own feebleness next to others; or I feast on my pride next to still others.

But whether I am dim or bright; whether we are few or many; whether I am held fast in the dust, or in the finest candelabra – whenever I turn my eyes toward the aim of our being, and that Face our inner light can best reveal, it is then that all seems just as it should be.

It was the first day.

Even as the Earth  
I drew the clouds of self about me;  
blocking out a Sun  
Who never ceased to shine.

And in that darkness,  
I wept with great sadness:  
turning the dust beneath me to cloying mud...  
Caught in the mire between me and Thee.

Now it is the second day.

Green shoots have fought their way  
through dirt and weighing sod.  
From the muck arises a teeming life;  
even the worms have purpose.

Tomorrow, it will be the third day.

When the sun shall break from the clouds,  
and the mist of self -- of airy substance only --  
will know an end to such days as these.