I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
New life starts in the dark
After the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not
in the fire. And after the fire there was a voice, a soft whisper.
I
Kings 19:12
“...new life starts in the dark. Whether it is a seed in
the ground, a baby in the womb, or Jesus in the tomb, it starts in the dark.”
Barbara Brown Taylor, Learning to Walk in the
Dark
Soft as the voice of an angel breathing a lesson unheard
Hope with a gentle persuasion whispers a comforting word
Wait till the darkness is over wait till the tempest is done
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow after the darkness is gone….
Whispering hope oh how welcome Thy voice making my heart any
sorrow rejoice
If in the dusk of the twilight dimmed be the region afar
Will not the deepening darkness writin' the glittering star
Then when the night is upon us why should the heart sink
away
When the dark midnight is over watch for the breaking of day
Septimus
Winner 1868
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There is nothing I hate more than stumbling around in the
dark
Things get scary in the dark
Everything is magnified
Every sound
Every smell
Every sensation
Its terrifying
And when it is really dark
I mean deep down
Soul dark
We sometimes feel hopeless
And helpless
We see no end to this darkness
It feels as if the light will never come
But of course
It does
And it is then we realize
We learned things in the dark
About ourselves
Mostly about ourselves
We learn what we are afraid of
What we hate
We learn where we are weak
We learn about resilience
And patience
Things are born in the darkness
That blossom
When finally exposed to the light
Hope is born
So is generosity
And love
What gets us through those dark times?
Those moments when we think
The light will never come
What gets us through the night of despair
When it feels as if the world will never be right again?
When it feels as if hate wins
And love loses
When it feels like we will never be right again
Sometimes it is nothing more than a whisper
The hint of an angels breath
Sometimes it is a message so faint
We can barely hear it
So soft we wonder if it is real
You are loved
You are a child of God
You can start fresh
Love wins
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