157: Ballroom

chandelier KRobbins1949 mf

The diamond of grace hangs from the softest gossamer thread heaven can spin, twirling like a spider’s larder. The delicate lights land, kissing the rough ground, each facet sending out the palest tint of each colour, till the floor is covered in a patchwork of pastel hues.

How softly, how sweetly, the feathering of mercy falls, reflected from another kingdom, another way of being. It is all light, all waves and particles dancing and beaming, a glowing flowing spectacle for those with eyes to see. And so we are blanketed by illumination, Immanuel, the incarnate love of God brought shining upon us, enlightened by the radiance sent from a sacred chandelier: the Light of the World softening our gaze and brightening our eyes. And then the dancing begins.

 

©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016

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