This Sunday I am posting a poem on light, by T.S. Eliot. Here we are turning to invisible light, or perhaps barely perceptible light that reminds us: There is always light somewhere and the Light we know as spiritual Presence is always at hand within us. Remember in the wholeness of Life, while our sun is "setting" so quickly in winter, it is bringing a new day elsewhere to our planet, even in the darkest night.
My favorite line in this poem refers to "those who meditate at midnight...", another reminder that we are never alone in meditation either. In that sense, all meditation is communal meditation. It is especially comforting to reflect on that during this Holy week on lockdown. (Susan Nettleton)
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