Where is Light?  We need it.

 

Sometimes, Light is all around us.

We usually only risk a furtive peep

Then hide behind our hands again.

It hurts our eyes, and we are ashamed.

 

            We should take our hands down!  It will hurt, but so what?  Do we want to crawl around blind for the rest of our lives?

We’re not getting anywhere in these shadows.  So why do we stumble on alone?  Why do we even try?  It’s not working.

We might as well acknowledge our utter inability to save ourselves.  We simply can’t save ourselves.  Why aren’t we screaming for help?

This is ridiculous.  We look okay on the outside, but inside we are broken glass, shattered shards.  We are broken and bleeding.

 

Let there be LIGHT!!!

Don’t settle for false fluorescent light.

Don’t just settle for a lesser darkness.

 

Ask and it will be given to you.

 

If I had my way, if I could do it

I would rip everybody out of the darkness.

I would shove everybody into the Light.

If they took issue with that and tried to struggle,

I would tell them Yes - Light can hurt!

But you are dead – you are dying.

You have no idea how desperately you need this.

 

We look okay; we are doing okay.

(I mean, that goes for most of us.)

But we are all of us wounded.

Many people don’t know that about themselves

And they continue to hide behind their hands.

 

I can’t do it.  I cannot save the world.

I wish I could.  But I can’t rescue anyone.

But this is what I can do:

I can embrace Light.

 

In my experience, my inner darkness

Is the strongest, coldest, most horrible dark of all.

Obdurate.  Unyielding.  I can’t push it out –

But Light can make it disappear.

 

When I try to make my own light,

I’m like a cold and lonely camper, attempting to make fire

By feverishly rubbing two sticks together

While a rainstorm drenches me and my surroundings.

At this rate, I’ll never get to roast my marshmallows.

 

I can swallow Light and let it live in me!

I’ll let Light illuminate my inky rooms,

Expose my secrets.  It can hurt like crazy

Sort of like alcohol on a cut.

But I definitely think it’s worth it. 

 

I will let Light heal my brokenness.

 

Light does not hurt my eyes at all

When it is shining out of my eyes with love,

Caressing the people I see. 

This is how I can help them.

 

I would change the darkness.