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There is a light

Posted by Simon Parke, 01 November 2017, 5.46am

There is light, still light at your centre, a strong quiet flame.

Though sometimes dancing.

It lights your soul entire, spilling your glory like sun across the beach.

We lose it, this light.

Our awareness dims.

It is not always known by us, for life covers it over, like creeping ivy.

And we find it hidden from our senses and imagine it gone, forget it was ever there, making every dawn cold.

‘I used to believe in light,’ we say.

No applause or achievement or belief recovers the light.

The light existed before these; it has no relationship with them.

Nor does shame or guilt claim it back, nor anxiety… as if they could?

For they are the ivy… and ivy cannot clear ivy, only seed and multiply.

Though the light remains, through it all, through every cold and aching dawn…

The light remains, unextinguished, un-put-outable.

So we trim the ivy, we do our best, and when exhausted by best, we collapse in despair, still at last.

And find in stillness a window, a window on the light, our soul entire dancing, this flame ablaze.


And always.

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