by Sarah Van Diest
"But
the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will
teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you.”
John 14:26
There it is. Strong and
clear. A beam of light; a tone of pure beauty. I see it. It calls to me. It pierces
that deep and darkened place in me. It strikes like lightning on my soul. It
fuels and ignites. Impassions and inspires, infusing its electricity into my
spirit. I could soar. I could fly.
It is music. It is light.
It is air and water. It is life.
Intoxicated by this
vibrancy, the attachment grows; the longing intensifies. The empty place long
covered is revealed, the straw raked back, the debris blown away… hope of its
filling floods the air; sundrenched, warm, and brilliant.
Life breaks into the dark,
shattering its bleak surface into shards of obsidian dust filtering out onto
the wind.
