Good morning…
Much of this season we have spent stuck in a soupy, cloudy haze. Unable to see our collective truth clearly, the human experience of many has matched the gloomy weather. The characteristic blue sunny skies of the south have been covered over by grey. With sunshine feeling rare, I have missed the patches of winter light sneaking through our windows, playing all over our living room.
I met a poem on Thursday that captures the miracle of the light we crave. I shared it with a friend over the phone, this poem from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s book The Unfolding.
As we read the poem together twice, peacefully and with passion, an unexpected thing happened. I looked up to notice remnants of the gift we had been missing – gentle light resting on our couch. I snapped a photo and texted it to my friend as we spoke. God’s light had broken through our murky world, whispering this: “Even as the heart breaks and burns, trust God’s miraculous bliss.”
The earth was without shape and it was empty. Deep water covered the earth and everywhere was dark. The Spirit of God moved… God said, ‘There will be light!’ And there was light (Genesis 1:2-3, EASY).
And to think this miracle happened smack dab in the middle of a Thursday!
…Sue…
