Tag Archives: eyes to see

141. Heavenly (Light conclusions)

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Everything is illuminated. This becomes more obvious to those with eyes to see, by the presence of the Light of the World. The light within creation and scripture rises up to greet with a kiss, his living presence within us. We can only witness this if we are truly paying attention. Light everywhere teaches us about the reflection of the divine nature contained within all created things and beings, and shows us that almost anything can be deemed beautiful.

The interplay of shadows and light, of dark and bright, of colour and shade, is a divine dance all around us. Delineation keeps us from wandering out of the cosmos of experience entirely, and holds all things in place. Sometimes the light dazzles, creates awe and splendour, other times it is subtle and soft. But always it enables a deeper seeing.

Next, we shall be looking at the way aesthetics enables our spiritual sight.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

140. Indoor Rainbow (Light 13)

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God’s promises hold fast indoors as well as in the heavens, and his spectrum of love is both clearly divisible into the named colours we are so familiar with, and yet so full of nuances and gradation, that all of the wavelengths are inseparably necessary in creating the whole.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

14. Ladybird

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Easy to spot, the scarlet and the black, and your dots matching the tiny spores of mould we can’t quite reach to clean. I wonder what you are doing, coming to see us indoors. Perhaps you have come to read with us, like the ladybirds of my childhood, now being revisited, or perhaps you are the refugee from a house fire, or maybe this is simply a flying visit, and my Lady will pick up her skirts and petticoats, and remind us that even the round may have their assumption day.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

157: Ballroom

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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