The secret of a sunbeam, breaks its light
Into the jeweled bow from blankest white:
So may a glory from defeat arise."
Robert Browning.
Pain is the Prism, through which
The true Beauty and Grace of God can be seen.
The abundant light pours forth
From the Heavens, and meets a focal point.
By that obstruction,
The contents of light itself are displayed.
Light everywhere, like Grace
Is generous and ignored.
Light is delight, warmth
On a sunny day.
But in the Dark, Light
Is life itself.
So then, such is the nature of the world
The fallen and dark, the tarnished.
That which was meant for good, decays
And screams in Pain.
Light and Grace,
Falling everywhere and in all corners
Meet an obstruction, they meet the Pain.
In that singular experience,
The Light meets the Prism
And the full Glory of God is revealed.
The seemingly innocuous white light
Is shown to contain far more that we knew
And travels faster to the Darkness than we could have hoped.
So may a glory from defeat arise.
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