July 12God is light. That’s believable. I like images. Senses tied to feelings. Touch. Taste sometimes. Smell for memories, conjures them often. They are fast, usually too fast to make sense of. I think that is the reason smelling too many or too much gives people headaches. Overloads the memory drive. But when thinking of God, it makes sense, transcendent understanding, to say that He is light. I think of myself as a blue, fluid and somewhat cloudy, but smooth and liquid. God, however, cannot be defined but a color I have seen. Light doesn’t have one color. It’s just… puoooosh! Sometimes it flashes like through lines of trees on a road trip in the mountains. Oh hello God. Ah hello again. Hey—Hi—oh, hi there. It’s… confusing. I usually look away. But light is often different. Sometimes it is like warm butter sliding under the crack in the window sill onto my lap. I feel held. Then I take the best naps. And finally there is the source. The steady sun, its stoic dependability and rotating sameness. I see it everyday and am always moved by its power. Silent, solitary chief of the skies with arms that enfold the Earth, its people. The galaxy dances and chants around its blaze. This sounds like God. Looks, feels, smells, tastes like Him. I guess it is something to be feared so says my common sense. Light could blind, burn, explode but I’m kind of like a moth in that for the moment before, long or short, I don’t care. The Light is enough.
Posted on Monday, 12 July 2010