Black. Imagine blackness before you. Pure blackness. You feel your eyeballs moving around in their sockets, but there is no sensation of form or color. There is nothing. You decide not to feel about, in fear of what is around you. But then, as quickly as light travels, appears a crack of white. A door opens, spilling in light into the darkness and before you is a room full of color, of paintings, and good furniture. Light pours out. Everywhere the light goes, an another item is illuminated. It is revealed.
The analogy might seem strange to some, but it speaks deeply to me, for there are many time I feel that way... that there is a moment of blackness. I search, but see and feel nothing. Yet once the light comes in, I realize that everything I needed was there inside all along. I just need the light to show me.
I like your light/dark imagery in this writing. It reminds me of Genesis--"the world was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep." But even then, "the spirit of God hovered over the voice of the waters," and shortly after He spoke light into existence. The Bible uses light images with God over and over again--Psalm 104 "He wraps himself with light as a garmet" and in John "I am the light of the world." In our moments of "blackness," as you implied, a little light illumines hope.
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