The stars are out.
And Michaela reminded me of a discussion we had a few years ago about the mystery of God. It stemmed from me quoting Gregory of Nyssa, who apparently said something like this-
The move towards God is a journey into Holy darkness.
It really resonated with me- it spoke of the mystery of God, and the presence that we often feel in open spaces. It also spoke to me of a process of unknowing that I was experiencing at the time- a loosening of absolutes and a discovery of faith that is no longer built from stones, but is made up of reflected flecks of light.
The first collection of writing I put together was called ‘Blue Dark‘ because of old Gregory… and because of a lovely poem by our friend Susan.
At the time of our discussion, some of my friends (and Michaela) did not get it. God is LIGHT not darkness they said. Darkness is about fear and loneliness…
Then Michaela had this encounter with starlight.
And, unusually for her, wrote a lovely poem. I thought it time to reproduce it here, along with some photo’s taken this evening…
In the darknessIs a childhood fearSafe from one streetlightTo the nextFear locked awayTill I am againOut aloneNo streetlights to rely on
In the darknessIs no hopeNo mysteryAt best nothingnessAt worst a nightmareWaiting to happen
But then you talkOf the starlit darknessAnd I remember for a momentThe fearThe quick steps up our hillOnly to stop halfwayBreath taken by the beautyEyes lifted heavenwardThankful for the big skyEyes searching something familiarBut yet awesome
No more fearOnly wonderAt the beauty of the darknessThat brings out the stars.
Michaela GoanDecember 2007