Soft light diffuses through glass, making dust particles dance in a torchlight beam, aided by a kitchen’s muggy warmth and steam, sending a glow glittering off walls like tiny ice crystals.
I watch entranced by the way light streams in through a window like a heavenly offering. It’s a marker of grace glinting through our days, a gentle reminder of how God’s love rains continually from above.
Because light will always infiltrate the darkness, penetrate through pane and pierce our own pain like a shard of healing laser-light, cutting at the corners of our circumstances, ready to open us up to a revelation of our belovedness before God.
The air is stilled with slivers, like flecks of salt seasoning a room. It parts for light to get in, makes space for grace arriving as a fragrant offering, a smattering of stars to light the way Home.
Through soft smattering of stars
In this Advent season let me become more
contemplative and reflective rather than
crazed and restless. Let me feel deep within
these bones, this mantle of flesh, this position
of weakness, that I still host the Holy in my soul
I ache with longing for the Light within to be
the consuming of me, a burning pyre on which
sits my sinful desires. May the dross, dust
and detritus give way to the Cross, to your
freely spilt blood, your white-hot devouring fire
Let your Love pierce through all traces of dark
Let your forgiveness, mercy and grace become
my new mantle and covering as I walk this
way of faith. Let my eyes look forward to seeing
your appearing through soft smattering of stars
Advent is a time to look for the light appearing here, now, in our midst. To have a watchful remembrance, a heart seeking for a smattering of stars, pointing to the brightest star of all, leading the way to Jesus’ birth in Bethlehem.
A birth is imminent. Christ seeks to be born again in our hearts. He aches to appear for us as the Light we cannot do without, the one that overcomes all our darkness.