sometimes there are those dark, dark places when one feels, even for a split second, that light will never come in again. ever. that oxigen has been kept away in a box that can’t be reached. one struggles even to move, to keep on moving. it’s like everything freezes, suspended in uncertainty and doubt.
and a whisper is uttered as if it was shouted. ‘please, be Thou my vision. be my vision when everything seems so blurry, so dark. so hopeless. You, the Light.’
and there’s a spark of hope that shines once more. small. reluctant maybe. darkness makes us long for the Light. You never leave us in total darkness.