Why Then This Darkness?

"The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it" 

Light floods the dark and empty room; beams in the sad hopeless corners. What was lost to the eye now in plain view. 

Light.
Daybreak.
Morning.

As if from the dawn of the very first, he awakes. His eyes in eagerness open. Breathes in the breath of His creator and exhales the death of the past; a holy kiss.

Fresh.
Renewed.
Hopeful.

As if in anticipation, in childish naivety, he moves. His body free, with the rhythms of new life. Carefree and of no concern. 

Possibility.
Horizon.
Newness.

Into the darkness, the light shines. A sword through the death and decay; piercing and slaying. The death of death and the doing away of darkness. 

Victory.
Glory.
Celebration.

Yes, into the darkness, the light shines. 

But, why then this darkness still? I awoke. We awoke. Why then this darkness? Where now is your light to shine? Where now is your sword; your breath of life?

Why then this darkness still?

//ExProfundis//