Darkness
by Timothy J Bradshaw
As the sun dips
below the horizon
so the darkness flows in –
like the tide across the beach
It laps against
the edges
of the pools of light, formed by street
lamps
and taps, ever so gently, against the
glass
of curtained, windowed houses
Tapping silently,
for darkness has no sound –
rather, the opposite,
darkness cushions us from the noise
that beat against us, during the day
and assaulted our ear drums…
Now, in the
stillness of the night
we feel the comfort
of darkness’ embrace
the quietness of night
enveloping our lives
One day, death will greet us
with the same, warm embrace
for death, like darkness
is something to be welcomed
and not feared…
A friend of mine sent me two poems by Steve Garnaas-Holmes which capture beautifully the idea of balance; we need both light and dark in order to enter into the fullness of life. You can read more of Steve’s work on his website unfoldinglight
Eclipse
by Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Womb of light
from whom we shine,
but whom we cannot see
but by looking away,
only the unseen hides you,
eye of darkness,
ring of light,
mystery of day’s bright night.
We too are you, eclipsed.
Let our horror of losing you remain.
What conceals you
reveals you, but only
the merest edges of your flaming face
we can never see straight on.
We gaze anyway
at light and dark
strangely embracing.
The light is changed.
We look through a glass darkly,
we stare down at pages oddly lit,
we close our eyes to see.
We walk through the rest of our day
and even into the befriended night
looking, seeing, changed.
Eclipse 2
by Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Who knew it would be so like
looking into the human soul,
the wonder and mystery,
the light and dark so mingled,
each made glorious by the other,
the awe at how one can overcome
and the other relent
for a while—
and how unlike,
this celestial dance
laid out since the beginning,
while your next shining or obscuring
is now and always,
unknown until you make it,
a choice.
Christmas Eve 2017
by Timothy J Bradshaw
We have so taken
to heart, the words of Zechariah:
the one who ‘visits us like a dawn from
on high’[1]
that we have forgotten what is at the
heart of the story –
‘born in the night, Mary’s child’[2]…
The whole point is –
there was no blinding revelation
no unlocking of closed minds,
no immediate recognition…
The world was in darkness
and the world remained in darkness…
Only with
hindsight and theological reflection
came the dawning from on high!
Gabriel came to
Mary –
yes it might have been by day –
but the message brought doubt,
required hard discussions
challenged pre-conceptions
and religious understanding
and only became reality
through the ‘overshadowing of God’s Holy
Spirit’[3]…
Overshadowing – or
deep darkness
as with Moses’ meeting with God on Sinai
–
for God speaks and acts, not out of
light
but out of darkness –
in the depth of our souls
in the depth of our minds
in the twilight of our understanding…
Here, is the dawning of understanding
not the blazing of divine light,
but the reality of our night!
We can only
imagine the darkness of those days
between conception and birth –
the humiliation and fear
the constant uncertainty
that pervaded Mary’s mind –
Saying ‘yes’ was one thing –
but living out the result was quite
another
Then in someone else’s
house
in the depth of the night –
through the pain and the worry –
the child is born…
No halo of light
(for that is artistic licence)
no ethereal glow to denote his –
but laid to sleep in the darkness –
the overshadowing of God’s Spirit
the deep darkness of God’s presence…
On the blackness
of the hillside
in the fields, far from any light
with not even the moon to illuminate
with its yellow glow the sheep around
them
the shepherds waited for the dawn…
Then, light in the
sky –
the unworldly contrast
that caught their attention
and focused their minds
Here in the
darkness of the world
and the darkness of their minds –
the voice (or was it voices) spoke
Sending them on a
journey through blackness
to encounter the God who transforms
the despair of our souls
into the depth of divine love…
Travelling through
the night –
for it is only at night that stars can
shine –
astrologers (night workers) come…
For deep in their beings – they heard
the voice of one, ‘calling in the night’[4]
–
come see and understand…
And having found
the child
God speaks again by night –
in a dream – telling them to journey on…
In their study of
the night sky
they see the creator-child at work
doing what he’s always done
creating wonders out of darkness…
This Christmas Eve
–
in the depth of our night – this night –
and the darkness of the world around…
Let us open our
minds and our hearts
to glimpse the vision of our God
that his presence is always to be found
at night – in the dark places
and the dark situations of our lives
and the blackness of our world…
For darkness
should not bring despair
but joy and hope!
For in this night,
and every other night
Mary’s child is born on our midst…
So, may we learn
the profound truth
that you, Lord, are always to be found
by those who seek
in the dark places of our world
and the darkness of our minds
And with the prophet may we cry out:
‘My soul yearns for you in the night
my spirit earnestly seeks you’[5]
and may we find you –
born the night, Mary’s child…
[1] Luke 1:18 [2] Singing the Faith 193 [3] Luke 1:35 [4] Singing the Faith 663, chorus [5] Isaiah 26:9