It was a shadow, in the background, going unnoticed.
It was a Shadow of Light.
Weird really, but a shadow it was. You couldn’t touch it but it was surely there.
Light normally fills a the dark room, creating the shadows, but this was different. It was a Shadow of Light in my very very dark places.
It wasn’t bright neon ‘impossible to look at’ light, it was more ‘just there’. Dim and warm, soft and inviting.
Well it was inviting to me, but to those whose hearts and eyes had been conditioned to the darkness it was something to pushed to the back of the room. Into the corner, out of sight, and definitely out of mind.
It just watched, silently and sadly at the darkness of thought and motive. Its image bearer hands glowing softly. Rope marked torn hands were clenched in fists that once held whip.
Shadow of Light moved a step forward then pulled back. It wasn’t time yet and I noticed a gentle restraining hand draped over the shoulder.
Why didn’t Shadow of Light act I wondered? Why the constraint in this time of pain?
I focused my eyes in on the throbbing gentle heartbeat of the Shadow. Then zoom, I was transported to his side. I leaned into listen. With the gentleness of a secure lover I felt an arm reach around behind me, gently pressing my head upon his chest.
This Shadow of light was now absorbing me into its image bearing self. A warmth was filling me that the darkness, the dirty, shameful, raping darkness could never rob away.
Do I want the shadow to intervene in the abuse of my soul? Yes, of course I do, but if it means for one moment that I could lose the sound of loves heartbeat then ‘No’ I would respond back.
There will come a time when Shadow of Light will banish every flicker of darkness away.
Till that day, I will secure myself knowing that there is a Shadow of Light walking beside me. No darkness can stick on me, no evil can define me, no abuse will ever shame my true identity.
I am a child of the ‘Shadow of Light’.
Perhaps my own Shadow of Darkness is being transformed by this Shadow of Light. Perhaps you are too.
Zoom into his heartbeat.
Barry Pearman
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