Light shafts shot down
from Heaven all morning, and
I was blind to both the Light
and the places illumined.
What made me live a mere blind
existence despite the flowing
around me? Why didn't I rush
into the wide open air, and wait,
a mere terrestrial, until a single
shaft of photons, flush with the sun's
energy and the morning's stamina,
enveloped me - body and soul together?
I have become so catholic in my sentiments,
I want only what others grasp as meaningful.
However distant from others, this sunlight shower
is such a universal thing... By early after-
noon, I had set aside my mind's pretense of
significant activity and both mind and sight
sought the reality of Light pouring to Earth
from Heaven. It searches for a worthy recipient
of its power and grace. Was I too late in my decisive
move into the Light? Has the Light begun
to withdraw on its own accord? Has Time
added itself to this drama, placing other
limitations on my tardy reaction? Must I now
recreate all this energy in the interior
world? Or should I resume my chosen activity,
until a shaft of Light summons me as if by name?
Lovely poem! How and when a shaft of light will summon someone is a mystery to me. Call it grace or a sudden down pouring. But blessings are always ours.
Dear Daniel! You ask questions in the end - i have the answer.Read this: AKATHIST to our Sweetest Lord Jesus Christ Kontakion Creator of Angels and Lord of Hosts! Etc... And Light will come into you, dear brother. I read it too. Happy Patrick day!
Dear sir, you have so nicely inscribed this poem through question tags in order to get satisfied answers and peace. Beautiful poem witht touching expression amazingly shared.10
Daniel, I recognize in this the self-examination of a truth-seeker and a moment that highlights the many choices made each day usually out of habit. May we walk in light internal and external. Peace to you, friend. -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great depth. A thing as simple as morning sunlight carries so much meaning if only we'd care to understand. The healing power of Nature is undeniable. Our soul must receive the gifts of nature. A poem that illuminates the reader's soul n saturates the heart in spring aroma.