There is a light which can be seen only at the end of a dark, and sometimes painful
tunnel. It may have been there always, but is not visible without
the contrast the tunnel provides. It is hope, which
takes shape and true meaning only in the midst of sadness; it is love,
which takes its most significant form and true purpose in the midst of loss; it
is peace, which pulls us forward from a distance through turmoil
and war. And it is birth and rebirth,
which come as we and those who love us most go through the pains of physical
and emotional suffering to deliver something new and perfect and
wonderful.
I recently heard a
mother who spoke of going through excruciating labor for 30 hours and how, while
she had planned on an entirely natural birth, over the course of the labor had
been given every medication and hooked up to every machine available. She
recounted how she cried and screamed and thrashed about and then how, when her
newborn child was placed in her lap she felt…peace. The tunnel of
darkness and trial and sadness and suffering was gone, having become instead a
foundation for the perfect light that is the face and form of a newborn
child.
As I struggle with what
has been a year of loss for not only my family but many of those I am close to
and care about, I am reminded that this life is that tunnel. Each of
us wades through the daily muck—through the loss of relationships, jobs, and
even loved ones until suddenly—not in spite of, but because of the pain—we
emerge reborn. All that we have suffered has taught us that we can
be something more; something new, and perfect, and worth fighting for.
As a foundation for
light, the tunnel serves as a gift, and the darkness is necessary to see the
light that is present before us; and to watch it grow brighter and brighter
until the Perfect Day.
Mmmm…been thinking about this a lot--how the earth goes through cycles of seasons, death and rebirth. Plants, animals shedding skins, children with "growing pains" felt in their bones, our very cells dying and renewing on a daily basis. Nothing stays the same. As adults, we go through series of losses as we shed our old, too-small spiritual
ReplyDeleteskins--and seldom because we choose that path. We become more--or we die. C.S. Lewis' book "The Great Divorce" is much about what happens to people when they "choose out" of growth. To have the courage to do what life asks of us, offers us, requires of us…that expands our soul to take it all in and to better understand the requirement of opposites in order to create wholeness.