Quite recently I’ve been conversing with particular individuals and got the feeling that the world – humanity – is sighing at the moment. People I care about are sighing, and so am I. An everlasting sigh seems to be the song of my soul. But anyway, here I am writing something about it. It upsets me to see people caught under a rain cloud, so I will do all I possibly can to help them find the sun again. But I often ask myself: what can I do? Well, the only thing at which I am remotely able is crafting words… and so it is by words that I hope to help another, if only offering simple words of encouragement and hope.
Gloom and misery is everywhere we turn, or so it would seem. At least that’s the picture the media likes to paint. What colour are the words we read in our newspapers? BLACK. Darkness. These words speak of murder, kidnappings, rape, abuse, war, the low economy, the deficit, poverty, disasters (both natural and man-made). I could go on, I really could, but the point of this post is not to depress people, so stick with me, guys. This gets better.
With such darkness in the world, is it any wonder we love the sun? What a beautiful light it is shining down upon us, brightening the world into daytime and making us forget the shadows lingering around. Do you think that’s why so many people love the summer, because of the lengthy, light evenings, keeping the world lit just for that little bit longer? Do you think that’s why so many people hate the winter, because of the lengthy, dark evenings, plummeting us all into night for far longer than we can bear?
So the sun may be gone having sunk down beyond the horizon, but light can still be seen. What am I talking about? You know what I’m talking about. Everybody knows what I’m talking about. It just slips our minds, for the sun is such a strong character in the sky, and the other? Not so much. Yet even so, we are always forgiven, for this light never ceases. The light from the MOON. The moon is a shy little thing, don’t you think? It doesn’t demand attention like the sun, nor does it get carried away and burn our skin, and it takes about a month for it to muster up the courage to reveal its full self to us before waning back into hiding again. The sun, however, is a little bit selfish. It claims all light as its own during the day, shining so bright that it blocks out everything else in the sky. We see that one star: the big, warm, bright sun. But the moon likes to share the stage with all the billions of other stars above, and we see all their light as well as the moon’s.
I think we should remember that. The night – the darkness – does not need to be feared, as moonlight is the most precious source of light in this world, if only for what it can symbolise. I wrote something down the other day, something that just popped into my head, and that is ultimately the reason for writing this post. Hope.
For anyone whose soul is sighing, for anyone who is overcome by darkness, this is for you:
In case you can’t read my handwriting, I shall translate the sprawl:
Silver moonlight in the night
shines down for all to see,
so where can the shadows hide
when even in darkness THERE IS LIGHT?
There is light, always. Open your eyes and you will see.