{Darkness}
in the dark he is whispering my story
he is teaching me to see in the shadows
to feel in the dimness
to find my way in the murky blackness
i am secreted away in the shades of gray
can it be that light is formed within dark?
that they are together and called good?
that light will come forth from the veils of obscurity?
light and dark intermingle
dancing together in a jaunt of eternities
darkness is life-begetting
light is a daughter of the dark
birthed from the dusk, gloom, and twilight
i shall not hate the dark anymore
it has become a womb for me
i am being forged
constructed in the hidden places
fashioned in the invisible
i will learn to embrace the dark beauty
for in the black there are all colors combined
my vision must make an about-face
discerning the landscape as my eyes adjust
the allure of the unlighted spaces
the capacity for growth spectacular
what was once an enemy will become a friend
life turned upside down
faith turned inside out
religion smashed against the rocks
platitudes dying fast and hard
love blooming in the tenebrious expanses
he is here in the darkness with me
{Hope Wood © 2014}
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.
Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good; and God divided the light from the darkness.
(Genesis 1:1-4, NKJV)I will give you the treasures of darkness and hidden riches of secret places,
That you may know that I, the Lord,
Who call you by your name,
Am the God of Israel.
(Isaiah 45:3, NKJV)
Your words, Hope. I know them. I have loved them. Not in your way, but in mine. Earlier this evening I was out watering my yard, Patty Griffin’s You’re Coming Home to Me in my ear buds, and my mind is going back to the road my feet have traveled, all that I would have done differently if I had been “them” and all the choices I regret and in that i still smell the shame rising from my soul like smoke burned in a holy fire, and I wept. It has not all made sense, much of it has angered and saddened me; I ran from God, my middle finger raised high in protest, and much to my chagrin, and in fleeting and sacred moments (like watering the yard) I feel the pull and weight of all things working together for good. My gratitude and surprise usually flow in one of two ways – laughter or tears. Tonight it was tears, they flow like a prayer, and every last drop is bottled. I’ve been learning to embrace the grace in the mess, the darkness. But I need reminding some days.
Keep writing, and blessing from your fingertips.
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thank you so very much Becky! I really appreciate your words and the encouragement they bring 🙂
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“what was once an enemy will become a friend” mmm yes. This. I have found comfort and gut-level honesty in the darkness. It truly has become my friend. Now I’m learning to re-embrace the light.
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Yes 🙂
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Just absolutely beautiful! I love how God is transforming you and shining His light into the dark places.
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Thank you so much!
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this phrase – darkness as a womb – is powerful. God is in the darkness – it is no wicked place. the times i thought i was walking in darkness were times i was walking in His shadow – light peeking in from the edges. keep writing sister. your words are gold.
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Thank you so much Marvia for your encouragement!
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😉
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oh man. powerful.
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