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
When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, ‘I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.’ (John 8:12 NIVUK)
‘You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. (Matthew 5:14 NIVUK)
The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned. (Isaiah 9:2, also Matthew 4:16 NIVUK)
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