Through the darkness—in this valley at the bottom of all hope—
At the lowest moment that my heart has ever felt (it seems),
There comes a gleam.
Gleam of God's light—of His truth, that paints out shadows
in my thought
And makes a place for form and line and color to appear;
For precious lengths of freeing prayer.
But will the night return?
"A little while, and ye shall not see me: and again, a
little while, and ye shall see me . . . ."
"I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is
day: the night cometh, when no man can work."
Again, the Christ, with comfort and instruction speaking to my
heart:
Gather while it's day, pray while you're awake to me, use
daylight hours to see and know and live reality.
So when the night returns, it can be lighter, shorter, than it was
Because of faith that trusts the promised daily dawn, and
carries us from gleam to gleam.
My glimpse today, my view of Spirit's nightless day above
the mortal dream of dark and light, will day this night.
