The Light

From the darkness of my own soul, I watch the light come.

It penetrates the day and comes closer to me.

It calls me softly, gently.

It stops outside, and waits.

I must make the next move.

The light waits. I can feel the love coming from it.

The darkness grips me tighter, holding be back.

The darkness's grip is cold as it wraps its fingers around my heart.

The light gives off warmth calling to me again softly.

I know the light is good. So why am I still afraid of it?

I make a decision: I want to live in the light.

The darkness screeches in my ear, in pain.

A smile curls my lips as I now realize where the fear of the light comes from.

The darkness fears the light.

The light loves me.

I wonder what the light did to the darkness to make it fear the light

I step into the light, my sight blinded.

The warmth wraps around me and loves envelopes me

I realise that I am dirty but the light does not mind

The light washes me and cleanses me with patience, kindness and humility.

It speaks to me words of comfort and then clothes me in new clothes.

I look back at the darkness and I see how small my world has been

"I came for you", the light tells me

I look to the light source and in it, I see the shape of a man.

"I love you" he says.

His loves washes over me so powerfully

I am knocked to the ground and tears well up inside of me

He comes to my side and holds me.

My grip comes from my sin and I see that his hands are marked with cruel scars.

I see them and I mourn for him. What pain he must have gone through?

"they are the marks of love" he says knowing what is going on in my mind

"I got them fighting for you" he says, "without them, we could not be together"

"Thank you" I say back to him, gratitude and shame washing over me.

"Come" he says, "we have been expecting you"

I walk with him back to where he came from.

His love coming to me from every fibre of his being.

Such love I cannot compare better than this life will ever see.

I know that I love him too.

Love Surrendered

I flew with the clouds and the birds were my companions.

All I needed was the remembrance of your smile. That was enough for me.

The sound of your voice and the echo of you laugh warmed my heart.

The gentle warmth of your touch was fire to my soul.

But…

We were as ill matched as they come; you were the eagle and I was an ordinary fish.

I could not come to you for I would suffocate in your environment and you would drown in mine.

The feelings waned. As time progresses I still remember you, with fondness and love.

Time has forced me to store my feelings in the library of my soul’s history.

My love for you is as constant as the morning star.

A precursor of sensational things to come.

You opened my heart to love.

All I have left is the tugging of my memories. The constant pull of the future drags me from the remembrance and hurtles me into the here-and-now.

We were destined to fall apart, my striving for new vistas and new horizons would have left you behind.

I need new challenges like a fish needs water.

You were not so keen; you were happy to remain with the status quo.

I could never leave this world alone. I saw a need that I could fill and I needed to fill it.

This call beckons me to root out the evil that has caused this need.

I needed someone that could work alongside me.

Someone that shares my burdens.

For anyone else I would do them more hurt then good.

My call will take the first priority in my life always.

You deserved better my love; with my love I released you.

I know it hurt you for me to end it but a little pain now over a lot of pain later.

But….

Without you I never would have realised what love is.

Without you my life would have been empty

For that, I thank you.

I only hope that I left you with a gift just as valuable.

A long way off

Luke 15:11-32 recounts the story of the prodigal son. A familiar story, a man had two sons and the younger one asked for his share of the estate. The whole story is below if you wish to read it.

This story has many things, we could spend years discussing; the diligence of the elder son, the greed of the younger son, the patience of the father, a sacrificial animal to bring a son back and so forth. Today, we shall discuss verse twenty

Understanding

Sometimes the most difficult people to understand can be the closest person to us, for me that is my wife, at times the very best I can do still falls short. Sometimes I need to do better, so I need help. The best source of help is always the Word of God