Hiding, scattered all over the place.
Oh the words are there...they just don't want to co-operate right now.
If they did get their act together they'd probably want to share about the current experience of passing in and out of murky dusk and hazy sunrise, and the thoughts and feelings familiar with each state.
But I know what they're like, my words.
They've got an unhealthy pre-occupation with Alison Joy Young.
Even if they did get their act together and say something, they'd probably want to talk about me and not at all about the source of the light gleaned in either the dusk or the sunrise. They'd take every shimmer, both the shadowy ones and the shiny ones, and turn them to myself.
And what an utter waste of words that would be, when the Source is so wonderful and so glorious. The Source doesn't just give the light, He IS the light. The One whose light is beclouded in the muddy greyness of dusk is the same One whose rays dance and sparkle in the warm haze of sunrise. There is beauty to behold in both places. Whether bright and obvious, or filtered through to straining, smarting eyes.
It's a beauty that needs to be beheld with eyes, mind, heart, soul and strength.
beheld, loved and praised.
...and the only master of our words.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness, to bear witness about the light, that all might believe through him. He was not the light, but came to bear witness about the light. The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world." John 1:1-9
May I never seek to be my own light, or the light by which others live. Let me point always and only to the Source of all light, Jesus Christ.