I had been taught
to love the light,
the way it crisps color,
casts shape in my
sight, throws
shadows like
dancers on the
wind. I had been
taught to love
the light and
despise darkness
as if it only harbored
sin. What did I know
about the way light
lies, leads me
to think I know
the path to tread.
Darkness should
be, I was told,
a thing to dread
but as it goes
I'm steadied in it,
stilled, sculpted
into a magnet for
sound, a silent
one who's wise
to wait,

More poetry at the High Calling: RAP: Nepotist's Delight

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Blogger Erin said...

This fits beautifully with our SoulPerSuit theme from last week, "Bright Lights".

I love how God interweaves our theological journeys when we're not even looking for it. :)

Blogger Joelle said...

Blessed darkness....

Blogger Jennifer @ JenniferDukesLee.com said...

God gives us a lamp unto our feet, not a spotlight unto our one-mile radius. He gives us just enough light to see what we need to see -- right ahead of us. And then He allows darkness just beyond the light. Because even though we don't know what waits in the darkness, we know the One who does.

Thanks for continuing to share your words with us, L.L.!

Blogger Shosannah said...

I love how this unfolds. so gently, so gracfully.
As always,
beautifully :0)


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