sometimes,
be it ever so briefly,
we see the light.
not so much that which steals it’s way underneath the door,
or slides between the nearly closed blinds –
but the light that overcomes the darkness of the room we occupy.
that light.
that amazing welcome contrast to merely varying shades of shadow.
that light.
that subtle avalanche of sight in a world of blind frustration.
i,
most definitely like you,
understand the blessing of without.
not a statement of pious indignation.
not a stolen moment of elevation upon some soapbox of supposed religious declaration.
no.
not some man-made creation of temporary illumination.
but the light that supersedes all other and simply cannot be contained.
i’m sure you’ve met,
upon your journey,
those that insist their corridors closed.
statements made deflecting occupancy of even sparks.
yet at that moment –
when facing fears reserved for them –
exclusively –
there is no barrier allowed to contain the shine.
and in those instances of divine intercession,
even demons wearing title –
evil spirit earned before the definition of time –
succumb to the power cast without flicker –
by the authentic and genuine fire-starter –
the Great I Am…
standing too close to the edge 