Second Thoughts – The Light Has Changed

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.

As I sat by one of the large lakes a few evenings ago the sun was drifting westward to the horizon.  It was the first evening that I noticed that the quality of light had changed.  The air is cooler and the sunlight filtered through leaves weary from summer breezes tossing them about.

 The quality of light coming through the just waning leaves is not the same as when they sprung newly from the branches. It speaks of chill and fires, passing and winter where once it spoke of life and potential for a summer yet unborn.  That summer has run through its fields and  now Autumn calls the leaves and the light is so clear.

Soon the leaves will catch fire and crackling in the wind burn away in their fiery fall to the ground.  My world will turn to winter soon enough after the Autumn has its moment in the cooling sunlight.

The other Son is constant.  The other Son is reflected in the fall that gives way to the rise.  The death will give way to the life after the long dark.  The Son will come to give us back the life he promised after we see our way through the long dark by his light. 

For now we continue the fall.  We do not see the light as we wish it because the angle of our view is altered.  It is we that are clinging to the branch, waiting to die.  It the seasons that tell the journey.   It is in them that we find that light no matter how far away it feels is always there.  It seems changed but it is only our perspective and relation to it.  It will alter soon and we will be warm again.

Season Suite – John Denver

Silently the morning mist is lying on the water, captive moonlight waiting for the dawn.

Softly like a baby's breath, a breeze begins to whisper.

The sun is coming quick you must be dawn.

Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing, the promise of another sunny day.

And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine, I do believe that summer's here to stay.

And do you care what's happening around you,

Do your senses know the changes when they come?

Can you see yourself reflecting in the seasons, can you understand the need to carry on?

Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see, so many ways and oh, so many things.

Rejoicing in the differences, there's no one just like me.

Yet as different as we are, we're still the same.

And oh, I love the life within me; I feel a part of everything I see.

And oh, I love the life around me; a part of everything is here in me.

A part of everything is here in me, a part of everything is here in me.

[Fall]

Reflections on the water, like shadows in my mind,

Speak to me of passing days and nights and passing time.

The falling leaves are whispering, winter's on its way.

I close my eyes remembering the warmth of yesterday.

It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind.

And more than that, it's oh, so sad to see the summer end.

And though the changing colors are a lovely thing to see,

If it were mine to make the change I think I'd let it be.

But I don't remember hearing anybody asking me.

[Winter]

It's cold and it's getting colder. It's gray and white and winter all around.

And oh, I must be getting older; all this snow is trying to get me down.

There's a fire in the corner slowly dying, sometimes I just don't feel like going on anymore.

And yet I know it's more than worth the waiting for another chance to see the summer sun, come on, shine on me.

There's a fire in the corner slowly dying, sometimes I just don't feel like going on anymore.

And yet I know it's more than worth the waiting for another chance to see the summer sun, come on, shine on me.

[Spring]

Open up your eyes and see the brand new day, the clear blue sky and brightly shining sun.

Open up your ears and hear the breezes say, "Everything that's cold and gray is gone."

Open up your hands and feel the rain come down,

taste the wind and smell the flowers' sweet perfume.

Open up your mind and let the light come in, the earth has been reborn and life goes on.

Do you care what's happening around you? Do your senses know the changes when they come?

Can you see yourself reflected in the seasons? Can you understand the need to carry on?

Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see, so many ways and oh, so many things.

Rejoicing in the differences, there's no one just like me.

Yet as different as we are, we're still the same.

And oh, I love the life within me; I feel a part of everything I see.

And oh, I love the life around me; a part of everything is here in me.

A part of everything is here in me, a part of everything is here in me.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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