Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

new life starts in the dark

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
                                                   Mary Oliver

Hello darkness
my old friend

in the early morning hours
when my chattering brain will not be silent

I sit and look at windows that
do not reveal the world outside
with its mountains soaring
crisply laundered with new fallen snow

but merely stare back
black holes

back only a blurred image
of my questing gaze

we have a conflicted relationship
with the dark

sometimes it is comforting
sometimes it is where we hide
unwilling to be seen

but we stumble in the dark
and in the dark we find it hard to escape
our fears
our dark thoughts

and so mostly we would rather
chase it away

we turn on the porch lights
and we spring forward
and fall back

when trapped by darkness we strive toward the light

but there value in the darkness
it can be a gift

in the darkness we are unwrapped
and revealed
in the darkness we are vulnerable

it is no accident that our very being is roiled in the dark
thoughts racing
hearts pounding
souls aching

things happen in the dark
things begin in the dark

in the dark we are vulnerable and open
in that hidden
frightening place

it was no accident that Nicodemus
came stumbling to Jesus in the dark
perhaps from himself
perhaps from others

but also ready
in the darkness, to be exposed
born again

in that place
where nothing we normally rely on means anything
in that place
where we cannot see one step in front of us
in that place
where we are hiding but revealed

in that place
we can let everything go
all our wisdom
all our perceived expertise,
our tight control of our lives
our power
our worldly status

even our tightly defined and controlled
image of God

in that place we can learn to be led
learn to be comforted
learn to be loved

in that place we can be born again
for 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)

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