An image described with every recitation of the 23rd Psalms, but how many of us really think about what it means?
The shadow of death.
Death ahead, death behind, blocking the sun with its mammoth frame.
The feeling:
Like metal on your teeth.
Like a vice wrapped with waiting to squeeze your throat.
But then, a light.
Not the dull glimmer of a dying ember.
Not the weak beam of a flashlight in need of new batteries.
A bright light.
A great light.
Like a light house standing proud.
Like a baby growing inside its mother.
Like the glow of a bride walking the aisle to meet her groom. White dress rustling, hair alight with the pleasure of the family she passes, all pleased with the union.
The music swells with joyous epiphany.
Sweet vanilla fills the air.
Glorious.
Dark is the absence of light.
Peace is not the absence of weeping.
The Prince of Peace wept.
God does not say no more distress.
He says no more gloom for those in distress.
Just glorious light.
Isaiah 9:1-21 Nevertheless, there will be no more gloom for those who were in distress. In the past he humbled the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, but in the future he will honor Galilee of the nations, by the Way of the Sea, beyond the Jordan—2 The people walking in darkness
have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
a light has dawned.
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