Wednesday, August 28, 2013

seasons: on darkness & light.

Lately, GOD has been deepening my appreciation of seasons.
As if I've been given a heightened awareness of the subtle beauty found in bittersweetness.

I find myself captivated by the slight glimmer of light that peaks its way through a dark room.
Piercing.
Like the first light of morning.

It starts small.
Delicate.
But it holds its own as the darkness of night claims the space.

The little light patiently remains.
And it grows.
Brighter.
Stronger.

Soon it's a fierce light.
And the darkness has diminished.
Forced to give way to the fullness the light now carries.
And that fullness continues through the day.

Eventually evening comes.
The light's source continues on, turning a corner.
Slowly fading.
And the darkness fills its void.

It is quiet then.
Still.
Small.
But the light waits, certain that its source will return.

And it does.

There lies its beauty.
In the trusting.
In the waiting.
And in the brilliant gleam of morning.

She has no reason to fear.
Morning always comes.


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