experiences of the Light

Question

In the true spirit of the season -- call it Christmas or call it return of the light -- write a short piece about your personal insight or experience of (God, the Creator, the Source of Consciousness, the Sacred).  This should be free of dogma and social teachings, and not reasoned-out , but more of a direct leap to understanding one aspect of what some call the Light, some call Love.  .  It can be prose or poem, but keep it short.

An example:

                                   god is not one infinity but many                                                                                                  .                                  he is infinite in humility                                                                                                          .                                  humble in his love for us                                                                                                              .                                  and for cockroaches and bacteria                                                                                                .                                  he is under everything,  bearing us up                                                                                         .                                  we are like midges on a summer pond                                                                               .                                  dancing on transparent deeps of love.

Answer 1

That inner light, that Devine spark that resides in each and every one of us, that all enthralling mystical experience. The allegory of the virgin birth speaks of that personal discovery of the true word, hidden to the mundane yet accessible to the neophyte seeking the path. What enlightenment and what gifts that this encounter brings from the magi; what arcane symbolism from the rustic shepherd. Yet it is not a concluding sacrament, but rather the commencement of that path of sacred truth, this earthly encounter with the celestial essence, lux ubique.

Comments

Beautiful.  Luminous in intelligence.  Thank you.

Answer 2

There I sat in the cold rotten chair dreaming my dreams away. The pastier stood there saying things I couldnt understand. What was the meaning of "depending on God"? I couldnt even dream on the answer.

"Jessica, Are you ready?" the pastier said with gloomy blue eyes

"Of course!" I said sounding unsure about all of this. I dipped my head back and closed my eyes. The water began to rise up when I dipped my head in. It went over my nostrills.Then my head bounced back up. Me taking a couple of gasps of air.

"All done!" the pastier said again with a smile on his blue eyed face.

Comments

This really didnt happen but I thought it would be good to put on here.

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Did you mean "pastor" ?

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yes of course!

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You can go back and edit your work to fix it.

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Yes.  I thought about saying that -- but the response indicated such a remarkably faint propensity for self-correction that I felt it would be of no consequence.  Perhaps I was wrong .  .

Answer 3

ABSENCE OF LIGHT

 On December 21 (the shortest daylight of the year, Winter Solstice), Daddy always brings in the ceremonial lights to celebrate.  First he brought in the tree and propped it securely in the corner.  In ten more days it will be burned at the hearth to warm our cider and our behinds and give us its light.

Next he got out the electric lights for the tree and lots of candles to place around the room.  It was beautiful and the room seemed to say (almost in defiance)  "We will be fine before the coming of longer days.

 It was Jessie's turn to place the angel on top right before dinner.  I remember my second time 3 years ago.  I felt like a holy messenger brought here to to place the light of love to rule this season.  I can't wait for Jessie to feel that.

Then Mom brought out the Menorah for little Ben who's only five, and thinks he's Jewish.  The rest of us are Pagans and don't know where he got that, but more light is always welcome.  Ben got busy putting the 9 candles in place and lit the first one (using the ninth one) as we all prayed with him.

On the eighth day when all Ben's candles were lit, we went  to bed warm after sharing our gifts and our own warmth.  Two days later, Dad put the tree lights back in the attic.  The Menorah goes back in the hutch.  We all helped in cutting the pine branches off and prepared to burn their sweet fragrance.  Mommy said there's cinnamon for the cider this year and I'm praying for a cupcake.  We got both.

Then it was back to school.  The three of us will walk there in the dark and come home in the dark for many years to come.  This darkness won't last too much longer.  We made sure of that.  School is wierd now.  Something bad happened, so now we have to walk through these new metal detectors to get in.  Ben's afraid of them (but this is someone who thinks he's Jewish, so go figure).  Jessie and I helped him through it.  He's a strange boy.  He was crying and saying "No more dark" as we pushed him gently through.

I said "See, Ben.  You made it and you're OK."  He ran off to the bathroom.  He'll get used to it.  Mom will have something comforting to say when he gets home.

 

Your first assignment was to write a story about my Christmas vacation so I think I'll just give you this, Mrs. Bolstrum.

Jake Ryan

Answer 4

 

We, The Angels

 

There are some things seen in darkness

More clearly than in the light

It’s your pain of separateness from God

That shows you things aren’t right

It’s anguish that makes you want to learn

It’s heartache that makes you grow

It’s uncertainty and bitterness

That makes you doubt all you would know.

 

We, the Angels know your grief

We’ve felt it all the same

We too once shunned Divinity

While lost in the profane

Until we came to see the Light

And in it, we saw too

That those who are the Love of God

Are all of us and you.

 

So, embrace the dark; be not afraid

We, the Angels gather near

To celebrate all that you are

And your triumph through your fear

Take heart, for in the shadowed depth

If you but reach above

We, the Angels are waiting here

To enfold you in God’s Love.

 

Dear Ones, we’ve loved you as our own

Since your journey first began

Each time you’ve cried in despair, “I can’t”

We’ve answered, “Yes you can.”

You cannot fail to find God’s Love

We know this in our hearts

We’ve cheered and nudged and guided you

Through all your stops and starts.

 

We, the Angels are now the ones

Who feel most deeply blessed

When you give to yourself your gifts of grace

You give unto the rest

You are Divine; forget this not

When you feel the darkness grow

For We, the Angels of Living Light

Love you more than you’ll ever know.

 

Ronnie Carroll

 

 

Comments

So beautiful it made me cry . .    thank you Ronnie.

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Thank you, annierosie. Although I wrote this poem and have read it many times, I still get misty-eyed myself. RC