You know / so very well / the edge / of darkness / you
have / always / carried with you,” ….
But your edge/ of darkness / has always /made / its own
definition / secretly / as an edge of light
and the door / you closed /might, / by its very nature / be
/ one just waiting / to be leant against / and opened….
David
Whyte
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The moon moved slowly
Inexorably
Slowly eradicating the light
Making all dark
The light was never gone
It was there, just on the other side of the darkness
Ready to return in its own time
And all we had to do was wait
For the light to return
There are of course
Many kinds of darkness
The darkness that comes from without
The darkness that we carry within
We are perhaps always on the edge of darkness
Threatening to fall in
To that black abyss
Of fear
Or hate
Or hopelessness
Terrorized by life
And impending loss, and death
we step into the darkness
and close the door
cowering in the dark
as the disciples cowered
in the upper room
in fear
in fear of what?
Them? Those
people? Out there?
Or in fear of their frailty and failure
Their own limitations
How often do we too linger in the dark
On the edge of darkness
Which perhaps
Is also the edge of light
striking out blindly
violently
at the monsters in the dark
that we cannot see
that may not be there
that may not be monsters?
What if that door we dread to open
Is the door that leads us into the light
Where life and love await
Where hope dwells
Where God’s new thing can happen?
