when the light meets the dark

In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade...

in that seat, i once sat beside C. she saw the marks and questioned.
in that seat, i once felt burdened and bitter, when they surrounded me and took me away from you.
from that seat, i once walked away, walked out and cried, not wanting the responsibilities.
from that seat, i once went down with her, and til today, that conversation we remember.

In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith - of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire - may be proved genuine...

sitting there today, i remember all these, and i cry before You again. i am overwhelmed. when light comes, the one who has walked in darkness falls to the ground and weeps, weeps for joy and for the sheer relief of freedom. i have cried and raged and argued and deadened this soul, but Your grace has always been there, loving me and moulding me through the years.

and may result in praise, glory and honour when Jesus Christ is revealed. 1 Peter 1:3-7

no words but praise. and an affirmation that dark days pass. dark days pass; and when the light comes, the pain diminishes, til you wonder that you ever wept.

heaven-bound.

world-weary, mist-heavy, pressed to tarry,
heaven ever ahead and all roads winding.
feet on the ground grind not dreams of fairy
though crosses and crossing-outs while treasure-finding.
winged beasts flying blind on sound depend;
they echolate, we reciprocate, to sound the depth.
yet darkness resists scouts and scouring of land,
so sleep, and stillness, til sun-guided steps.
stay the hands, in the night all senses lie;
still the lips, tis they who signals seek and send.
mice-curl, snuggle, cuddle close and cry;
never, nor ever, will have all til the end.
checks and glances, words and silence; in a breath and wink,
flap and flutter, our morning vigils - spring.