12/03/17
It is a celebration…of love, of reaching the moment that you realize everything you have ever wanted is surrounding you.
Grace veils us, transcends the grit and the lesser parts that make us human, enfolding us in a thin, flowing, white mist that promises the divine is ever present. It is a delicate soap that so gently lathers into a thick, creamy foam, wiping away all sins, making us new, bright, fresh…clean.
Light surrounds us always, if we choose to see. It stretches into every corner, darkness forced to acquiesce. Tendrils of sunlight, like vines, reach into us and push open those spaces we do not visit and dare not speak of. But they are there…breathing quietly and coming to life only in our deepest slumber, when our minds speak in tongues.
We cannot be afraid….let our curtains lift, let us visit our sleeping desires, and in those moments of tense and hushed reconciliations, let us embrace ourselves and begin anew.
Oh God, please let me remember my dreams…for they are the true substance of life.
CN