Morning at Heron.

learnings from light on the lake:

Light loves brokenness

Adores brokenness

Longs for brokenness 

Light lives for the sundering 

It comes alive at the moment of rupture

Dancing through the shattered labyrinth of form

Like a distant voice through the immense carving of a canyon

Echoing the sound of the original severance 

A shrieking through stone cut wide open

Light merely touches the surface of that which is too whole

It rebounds off any exterior too polished or smooth

Recoils from that which is too solid or well sealed

But have you seen the sunlight erupting through shattered water?

Have you watched it explode through the unsaleable fracture in your windshield, as the rays blasted through the brokenness you keep meaning to get fixed

Light enters through crumbling walls and cracked hearts, through quintessentially damaged New Mexican windshields, and wishes unmade and dreams left undone

It arrives through the spaces between 

Through the places in which we were not met, where we were left repugnantly vulnerable and over exposed

And so we hold our breath until we are blue, anything to avoid breaking the abating calm of the surface

Goading ourselves on with this deluded tale of a destiny, waiting somewhere beyond the horizons of mending and repair

Driven forth by this insatiable appetite for repurposed loss, to fill the void with whatever material we can, anything to make it feel better

And we dress the carnage left behind, by dashed hope and vile heartache, with whatever bandages we can find

Faster than the speed of light, we bind the flesh back together, sabotaging the very salvation we’ve sought through such tending

And we cement the vacancies left in the wake of our latest loss and repurpose the pain as best we are able

And we find comfort in our renovation because anything is better than brokenness 

Make it useful

Spin the straw into gold

Purge the discontent and the longing from your heart

Tame the fish and calm the seas

Anything to keep the water intact

But light loves brokenness

Adores brokenness

Longs for your brokenness 

Light lives for the sundering 

And have you seen how it erupts through the mangled surface of morning waters? How it dances through the fractured calm, nearly blinding in all it’s luminous glory?

Have you seen it?

Yes, light is only made brighter by brokenness

Thank God we have not yet managed to tame the fish.