True Light of True Light,

There are so many reasons

For us to be blind.

Our minds are darkened by fear and anger,

And as we stare into the black,

Endless abyss of uncertainty,

We hope to spot a glimmer,

Even a distant speck

Of illumination.

But we only stare in one direction,

Demanding that your Light meets us

Where our eyes insist on looking.

Our frustration grows.

Uncertainty swells,

And more anxiety becomes more anger.

We despise the darkness,

but we do not flee from it.

We dive further in.

Then there are days

Where we are not so much in darkness

As we are in a fog—

A thick, billowing cloud of confusion

That continues to expand.

We pursue Your Light,

We even sense its presence,

But we can’t tell from where it comes.

Layer upon layer of competing ideas,

Schedules,

Obstacles,

Discouraging and distracting voices,

Both from within and without;

We fumble around,

until we are are exhausted.

Let Your Light

Pierce the blanket of darkness

That our fear and anger

Have draped over our eyes.

Let Your Light dissolve the fog

Of preoccupations that swallow us.

Gather us from the various corners,

Caves, and crevices

To which we have scattered ourselves,

And let Your Light guide us back

To the place where you shine

Warmly upon us.