DO NOT CLING TO THE LIGHT
Copyright 2020 Don Ray
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Stay, stay in place for a moment,
hold your ground as long as you dare.
For where else would you go?
You will be carried along on that flow of life,
carried and jostled and turned around and over and inside out,
all the while looking for where it is taking you,
all the while not having a clue.
"Don't cling to me" Yeshu (Jesus) tells Miriam by the grave.
What's it mean? Exactly what it says. She threw her arms around Him.
But for a while there is to be no more of that. Why not? Was His body not fully healed? Was He too ethereal? Could He not let Miriam touch what was holy and no one else could touch?
We ask was Pilate in on the plan? Did he post guards to facilitate rolling that stone aside? Naw. Nothing that mundane.
But something was going on. Nothing anyone foresaw. Nothing anyone was prepared for.
Not having a clue, not a clue, not even the person closest to Yeshu, much less us, not even when in hindsight we remember the prophecies and finally understand what we could have understood all along.
Swept along through the shocks until we see, see that Light or its embodiment, for a moment, but being told even then, "don't cling to me".
It's not for this world, our limited understanding of what matters. Storms and revelations cast us adrift onto the roiling seas, nothing calmed here, no such luck. "Don't cling to me" is the admonition, we're not ready, not ready for what every instinct of our soul calls us to. Not yet.
Not having a clue, what will be next, what salvation will supplant the present horror, events too fast for comprehension, until in a quiet moment in the presence of fresh death we are given a glimpse, a glimpse of Light, and told to not cling,
So we run, run in bewilderment and confusion and tell someone who doesn't believe us,
sending them in turn to run their bewildered, uncomprehending path.
"Don't cling to me", though how we want to cling! There, in the briefest flash of a moment, the darkness of world's horrors filled with a wondrous impossible Light…...that leaves us with memory…...as we return to the world that needs that Light, as we return to the path we cannot see, knowing we must go, must tell, go we know not where, tell that which we do not comprehend.
Copyright 2020 Don Ray
Websites tend to disappear into the digital ether. Feel free to copy and share the following.
Copyright 2020 Don Ray
Websites tend to disappear into the digital ether. Feel free to copy and share the following.
Stay, stay in place for a moment,
hold your ground as long as you dare.
For where else would you go?
You will be carried along on that flow of life,
carried and jostled and turned around and over and inside out,
all the while looking for where it is taking you,
all the while not having a clue.
"Don't cling to me" Yeshu (Jesus) tells Miriam by the grave.
What's it mean? Exactly what it says. She threw her arms around Him.
But for a while there is to be no more of that. Why not? Was His body not fully healed? Was He too ethereal? Could He not let Miriam touch what was holy and no one else could touch?
We ask was Pilate in on the plan? Did he post guards to facilitate rolling that stone aside? Naw. Nothing that mundane.
But something was going on. Nothing anyone foresaw. Nothing anyone was prepared for.
Not having a clue, not a clue, not even the person closest to Yeshu, much less us, not even when in hindsight we remember the prophecies and finally understand what we could have understood all along.
Swept along through the shocks until we see, see that Light or its embodiment, for a moment, but being told even then, "don't cling to me".
It's not for this world, our limited understanding of what matters. Storms and revelations cast us adrift onto the roiling seas, nothing calmed here, no such luck. "Don't cling to me" is the admonition, we're not ready, not ready for what every instinct of our soul calls us to. Not yet.
Not having a clue, what will be next, what salvation will supplant the present horror, events too fast for comprehension, until in a quiet moment in the presence of fresh death we are given a glimpse, a glimpse of Light, and told to not cling,
So we run, run in bewilderment and confusion and tell someone who doesn't believe us,
sending them in turn to run their bewildered, uncomprehending path.
"Don't cling to me", though how we want to cling! There, in the briefest flash of a moment, the darkness of world's horrors filled with a wondrous impossible Light…...that leaves us with memory…...as we return to the world that needs that Light, as we return to the path we cannot see, knowing we must go, must tell, go we know not where, tell that which we do not comprehend.
Copyright 2020 Don Ray
Websites tend to disappear into the digital ether. Feel free to copy and share the following.