The More Secluded The Spring …
A gentle scraping of scorched toast launches a new day by rescuing the value beneath the ruins. Similarly, enduring the darkest recess of any storm eventually unveils a freshness which couldn’t exist the day before. From every hidden stitch and seam of life, a garment of understanding is woven and draped over those shoulders which will labor to carry the weight of the next challenge. As an angry sea threatens all comers, it then yields, in time to feed those who dare to reach inside. The very same stormy exhalation joylessly tosses bouyant crafts and shreds timid shelters, yet whistles off those necessary yet annoying airborn pests of stillness.
Glistening atop every drop of darkness lies the sweetest light of life. While we lay prone upon a four post bed, the protective darkness above, offers nothing, but an evening’s glance up from this earthly tapestry reveals a sugary darkness playing host to a familiar orchestration of celestial reflections. The sleeping wizard in each of us need fearlessly and continuously rescue each kidnapped tenderness held hostage by our dark impatient minds. The more delayed and secluded the spring, the more refreshing the water. God is light.
JC CALKINS with COMMON SENSE 4 UNCOMMON PEOPLE – March 10, 2010
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