It's an interesting color scheme for Spring, this fad of black and white. As we grow older, time seems to narrow our world out of the billowing, diaphanous gray of inattentive thinking and into the solid realities of right and wrong. We find that the bills come due, physically, emotionally, financially, just like we were told-- and ignored-- a thousand times, a hundred lifetimes before now, today.
We owe more than we are owed when it all comes down to it. And it's coming down to it more rapidly than expected. It's always that way. The bright sun of remembrance, of things abiding fast and True suddenly arises in our heart and the fog lifts. The eyes sting a bit. So long has the gloaming night lasted that we were able to see our way quite easily as long as our way was short and well-traveled. We imagined ourselves quite the expert on how to get from here to there.
Now, the light almost cripples, it washes out unimportant details at hand and reveals the landscape beyond our here, toward a hereafter. It leaves us stumbling in its brilliance while we reorient our perception to a farther horizon. How did we miss that abyss? Why didn't we mire in that bog, so close we walked beside the dangers without realizing it!?
If you're reading this far, it's likely you've made it to the happy revelation that you did not get to here from there on your own. If you lift your eyes just a bit more down the road ahead, you'll see those ahead of you who left little clues, documents, maps and useful advice that you barely heeded. It was enough. And enough is all any of us need to make our way. Enough is a world of wonder and peace when the dark doubt clouds our way.
On every Sunday we are bidden to pray for departed souls, those now in the full light of the Dayspring. I can only think they are likewise, praying for us.
Walk in the Light you have. May Easter's promise dawn bright and true for you and yours.
"For the path of the righteous is as the Light of dawn, that shines brighter and brighter until the full Day." Prov. 4:18