Living
in the light of day
is
a dangerous proposition;
maybe
even more risky
than
dying in the dark.
There,
at least, you can
hold
your breath, hiding beneath
a
blanket, while you wait
for Chimera to crawl out
from
under the bed or
sneak
out of the closet.
Daylight,
on the other hand,
leaves
little to the imagination.
It
reveals not only the truth
of
our visible selves, but also
the
existence of our hiddenness;
a
revelation that religion sans faith
denies
with its two-dimensional,
either/or
conversion-as-event.
Cloudless
sunlight casts shadows
on
our four-dimensional reality,
requiring
us to both embrace
the
truth of time and our shadiness,
and
bring them to font and table.
Redemption
and wholeness require
such
full disclosure; the spiritual life
is
map and shoes for just
such
a scandalous journey.
Photo by Todd Jenkins |
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2014 Todd Jenkins
Exquisite -- I will read this again tomorrow.
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