The presence of light

I became obsessed with light 

Every aspect of its presence from its warmth to its appearance to its perseverance to remind me that darkness is temporary 

I found myself chasing after the sun feeling guilty if I didn’t spend every second of my being soaking up all its glory 

Because something about its presence made me feel complete 

A feeling that I’d spent my whole life trying to find that was found by sitting still 

Simply basking in something so good it could be described as grace 

It is beautiful and complex that despite how much space there is in between me and light I can feel it’s effects directly 

I love the way every morning, it reminds darkness that its time has come to an end  

The dark expanse of uncertainty suspended by the breakthrough on the horizon 

We can consistently count on seeing the display of beauty breaking through temporary pain  

I love the way God is a poet 

The way he strategically crafted such beautifully interwoven symbol reminds me of his presence 

And before I knew him, he knew me and my love for the sun when he wrote me a poem saying he was the light of the world 

Because when he appears darkness hides its face, no longer able to envelope those pleading grace 

He knew my desire for the warmth of affection so he showed me affection that darkness never could

He knew my desire for beauty so he redefined the standard of beauty that darkness screwed up 

He gave himself the title light, so that in the same way I never want to draw away from the brilliance of the sun’s rays, I would never want to walk away from his ways 

His presence is the essence of what makes me whole 

Filling the hole in my heart by reminding me who he is and who I am to him 

Basking in the rays of his goodness shows me that we don’t deserve the Son, either the burning source of light one or the loving source of life one 

Yet their grace remains free and unconditional 

The distance between us and the light of the world is makes the story beautiful

That we were once darkness, an empty void, fallen far from good and light was millions of miles away 

But despite the distance the son came to earth 

Entered a pitch-black room carrying a lamp   

Shining so bright that a world once dead was given new life 

I fell in love with the sun 

Only to discover that my affection was just a reflection of my love for the Son of God