Let Your Light So Shine. . .
There are some souls who are among us that simply light up our lives. We often cannot say exactly why but they bring a feeling of it’s okay now, or now we can begin, or simply bring together parts of us that have no putting place.
It’s as if they are sealing together what may fragment at any moment.
They may not be the most beautiful, or the best dressed, or picture what is the most popular in the main stream today. They may smell of baby powder or motor oil or bleach. They may be wearing overalls with rips from what they work on, or flour from what they are cooking or frazzled clothes from a day with teaching a classroom of children.
They may be old and crotchety and disheveled, or they may be well dressed this moment or newly hatched as Emma E. is in this photo. But their eyes are wide and filled with awe at the day’s beginning or end.
They have this air about them as I have stated that fill one with an it is an okay world.
And they smile with a secret you hope they will share with you. They have a knowledge that has escaped you though you have purged the pages of all books searching for words that will be the answer you search for. They have that peace that passes understanding sought by all the religious in the world and their congregations.
Dressed fashionably or disheveled, mussed up or combed, this bundle of love called Emma E. is a welcome addition every time she appears. With her comes hope that the world is okay for this moment and tomorrow will come also with sunshine somewhere. And it will still be a good world.
There are answers for all of us should we take the time and do the footwork. It is our longest journey. Some are freshly minted and young, but come with a history nevertheless. From where, it is up to us to figure out. It is our job, our work, our purpose to learn, while we make a life and a living.
We are god participants in this world. The Divine shines within and our lives must match this inner Light. Some are here to remind us and give hope that we too, can find it.
photo by
Tresy Hallissey, grandfather