"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; / [ . . . ] Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: / Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; / Selves -- goes itself; 'myself' it speaks and spells, / Crying 'What I do is me; for that I came'." --Gerard Manley Hopkins

12 February 2009

Light in the Darkness

It's been rainy here the past few days, again. The other morning, as we pulled out of the driveway, I could see the shimmering of the full moon behind storm clouds, hinting of an oasis of light in the darkness. Yesterday, we lost a tree on campus to storm winds, warm with impending spring but frightening in intensity. This morning, a gibbous moon sailed among black clouds trying to threaten with rag-tag apparitions, turning to grey, then white, and finally dissipating with the sunrise. Lovely reminders that light is never quenched by darkness; it always rides above, behind, within the storm biding its time and welcoming our faith.


Lydia McGrew said...

And the light shineth in darkness and the darkness comprehended it not.

It's hard to remember all that "light" stuff living in these northerly latitudes. Winter seems awfully long. At the same time, perversely, I gripe about the early arrival of daylight savings time in a week or two, because my daughter needs night driving hours logged for her lengthy driver's ed requirements, and DST will make them harder to get. But truth to tell, I'll be glad to have more light around.

alaiyo said...

Hi, Lydia; welcome to Inscapes! I remember that irritation about needing nighttime driving hours too . . . well, on hubby and child's part, not mine -- I wasn't doing the teaching and just enjoyed the light.

I didn't think of that verse when I wrote this, but it applies perfectly. Thanks! And thanks for visiting.