EDGES MAGAZINE Issue
28 |
January
2002 |
Where is the light?
Philip Topman is part of the T.H.O.M.A.S. Team
A meditation inspired by the books of
Holy Scripture from the First & Last by Milton & Edwin
Muir
Where is the
light? First called into being by the Divine fiat Which in a frenzy
of love banished uncomprehending darkness And brought forth Cosmos from
primeval Chaos.
That light in which our first
forbears bathed in naïve innocence in the groves of the original garden
until their fall propelled them into outer darkness their return
partitioned by a watching angels fiery sword.
Where is the light?
Wafted into beams by the wings and voices of angels Becoming a
veritable star rising in the East to Bethlehem Down whose rays leapt the
Word uttered by the Divine breath To save our fallen race the voice of
God become the voice of a baby crying from a stable in the winter darkness
joining its creation to save it and with the Good Word light the way
of the sure narrow path back home through the darkness.
But a thousand years went by
And yet another thousand and the path is very hard to find Humanity
stumbles over the shards of a broken world Gashed by the jutting edges of
broken dreams, broken promises, broken lives, broken homes, broken hearts
So that despite the Saviours coming Here, now, even today The
four terrible riders plough their discordant furrows of desolation across the
world War, famine, pestilence and death The sight of people dimmed, and
their voices choked with tears of disillusion, greed, envy and pride Where
is the light in all of this darkness? has it vanished forever?
No, here is the light, it
flickers a little still, dimly it is true, but constant For it glows in the
hearts of souls And glows a little brighter in the midwinter darkness
When at Christmas time loyal hearts thankfully reflect That the One who
made all things became not only one of us But also made us all His brothers
and sisters
So that, hopefully in
time all hearts will burn with such a light Fanned not now by
angels wing and voices But by true souls carolling songs which never
resounded in the first garden Songs of hope, compassion and love borne
through adversity and sacrifice And bathing themselves in the new found
innocence Of experience triumphing over difficulty Until they make the
world itself a realm of light Yes a veritable star itself whose rays will
mirror back Conveying praise and thanks, easily passing the flaming sword
to the place of eternal day And daring to address the Uncreated Word cry
out Glory to God in the highest And to all on earth forever
peace To which all in heaven will reply in unison with one great
Amen, may it be so. |