Waiting for Sun, Waiting to See

When we emerged out into the world on Sunday morning,

all was dark and shadowy.

The moon was glowing,

in competition with the lanterns.

And it caused me to think:

Sometimes, all we see is shadow.

As routine as nighttime, we find ourselves in moments we don't understand, in situations we can't clearly see.

In the midst of it, we do the best we can; we seek out whatever light we can find, we remember the Truth we've known in moments of clarity.  We allow it to illuminate the darkness as much as it can, but we're blinded to what lies outside the circle of its glow. It lights our way, enough for us to function, enough for us to keep on walking.

And there is beauty here, but it is difficult.  It's the kind of beauty that requires us to be aware, to make sure we don't step in anything we'd have to clean up later.  It's the kind of beauty that whispers deeply, to our deepest need.  It's the kind of beauty that asks us to open our eyes a little wider and to look a little closer, in order to take it in.  

Slowly, we see a glow on the horizon. 

And we walk toward it, because it beckons us.  

Because it reminds us of possibility, 

because it sings a song of hope.

And we hear it, gently, in our heart of hearts: 

Be still, and listen, and wait.

We watch our questions come more fully to light,

[look closely--see the question mark in the clouds?]

We watch them gravitate,

watch them begin to dispel,

 as gradually [oh so gradually] the sun rises into fullness, in its rhythm that cannot be interrupted, because its design is to come, with power.

And as we watch the glory unfold, it says: Stand up.

And we do, because our design says: Respond.

We walk into it, because it has captivated us, because the questions and the shadows that remain don't matter in comparison.  Because it has brought healing, in its wings.

And what was once in darkness, 

relying on the moon,

transforms,

so that what was there all along is seen.

Whole, New, and pulsing with Life.

So, back to Sunday morning, as I sat on this bench, 

as I watched these things unfold, 

and as I sat with God in the unfolding, 

I recognized them,  because I'd seen God do them; 

in my heart, in my life.  

But for you who revere my Name, the Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in his wings.  And you will go out and leap like calves released from the stall. [Malachi 4:2]

And if it hadn't've been so early, I'd've leapt right down that pier.