There is light in the darkness. No matter how much it hurts, no matter what has happened, a star is shining for you. The star is joy itself. The star is God.
I know you don’t believe me. I know you think I don’t see how terrible this moment is.
Is this body dying? Beyond the body is ease and openness.
Has someone smashed your family, smashed everything you believed in? The smashed pieces are not the end. There are new forms that you know nothing about—new forms of joy.
Did you betray someone you adore? I’m human too. We all are. Things happen, even when our intentions are perfect and holy.
Transformation is as real as betrayal. Joy is as real as shame. Life grows. Hearts learn. Things change.
In the utter silence I hear the wisp of a song. In the blackness of shame, something somewhere holds a candle.
I can barely make it out. I think it’s just wishful thinking. It flickers. I tell myself this is what’s real—There is only despair and shame.
But the light insists. Joy is as real as shame.
No matter what has happened—and in our confused human lives everything has happened, we have done every bad thing, we have felt all despair, we have hurt others and been horribly hurt—No matter what has happened, the song still sings.
There is light in the darkness. All of heaven wants you just to open a tiny bit. Just take one gentle breath. Here, take my hand. Come, my love.
© 2017 by Jean E Gendreau