Let in the Light, Let in the Love

Today,
during a time
of quiet contemplation
I recall
three simple
metaphors,
which came from my reading-
from various books
on spirituality,
philosophy.
And now,
I think of how
they are intune
with my own beliefs,
how they are
parables
of sorts,
timely seeds of wisdom-
so very apt
for today's world...
The first,
is to imagine
a bicycle's wheel-
the spokes seperating
at the rim,
while coming together
at the hub.
Think of this
as symbolic of humanity,
with the center
( our hub)
as the heart,
as Christ within-
a residual core
of goodness-
a whisper
of the Spirit.
There,
we are one,
united,
harmonious
though the further we
move
outward
( and away)
the more an apartness occurs-
division
seperation.
Second,
is the human hand-
a miracle
in itself,
not only for it's grasping
abilities
( shared by all primates)
but also for this-
a remarkable
simplicity
brought about
through the difference
in muscles.
flexing,
contracting...
open
in innocence
and supplication
giving and receiving-
caressing...
or-
closed
in a fist,
menacing
and hateful.
Finally,
third and last,
picture a room
bare, cold and dark,
yet it has a window-
( the shades are closed,
heavy drapes
drawn...)
Outside,
the sun is radiant
and warm
a vibrant panorama exists
where birds are chirping,
plants growing lush and green
and flowers are resplendent
with their
stunning hues,
but inside
the air
is sickly stale
doom and depression
prevail.
Still,
the drapes can be
pulled
aside,
the shades opened
( the window too)
and freshness let in,
welcomed...
It is the same with
Love,
with God and our heart
He is always available,
always
ready
if only we give Him
access-
let Him in.
Summing up,
I think
of the beautiful
promise
of the lion
lying down
with lamb
and though I don't
want to doubt
I wonder-
How can it be
and
when?
For even within our own
species
we haven't achieved
peace.
Instead, we still
fight
( and bitterly)
over
borders,
colors and creeds
class and gender
the differences in
abilities,
politics,
preferences...
Distinctions
yes,
insignificant
- truly.
So let us now
remember
three humble
metaphors-
a bicycle's wheel ( that central hub)
the human hand, ( an open palm, not a fist)
and a formerly dark room-
the window flung
open-
light pouring in.

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Annette M Velasquez

This is what I am thankful for - God's love and that residual goodness in most of our hearts. A lengthy poem I admit, but I was carried away on this topic- so much division and hatred in our world today... why can't we strive harder toward that goodness?

Tubatsi

I love it

Annette M Velasquez

Thank you!

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