LIGHT THE LAMPS

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          As the sun dips to his rest, and the purple night gently ribbons across the skies, our hands reach out for light. However welcome the night in its cool flower-scented breezes and hushed life sounds, we seek the light to see and live.

          And so it is with the soul. Even in the wilful pursuit of all that chokes and stamps out the breath of God within us, the soul in loneliness seeks the Light. In every straying heart, the soul stands in diametrical solitariness, longing for that which gives True Life.

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          So as the indigo mists of night drop their veils, heed the urgent whisper of the Spirit:       Go forth and light the lamps.

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          Seek the barren streets, seek them in compassion. The paths where lonely snow drifts. In love reach out to those whose heads are bowed against the snow, intent on their cold aloneness because they think no one cares enough any more. Let love warm and melt the snow that they wear around their hearts, kindle unseen embers long dormant.

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          Have courage. In patience, search for homes locked from within. Shutters clamped tight against the light, soil tilled no more, gardens listing to neglect. Walls adorned by sadness, loss of hope. Seek these homes of a thousand gray memories, dwelling place of souls fettered by the past and present. Seek them and let the Light stream in, for it’s only by His Light that the soul heals.

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          Seek the faces on the streets of hardness, despair, fear and shame. Seek in earnest the faces of those who earn their living by the barrel of the gun of violence and drugs. Search out the souls who offer spousal comfort to those not theirs. In mercy and love, part the thorns that hide and protect those who choose to sever the bond between a mother and her baby in the womb. Go forth and light the lamps on those darkened streets of a thousand shadows. Give hope where hope has gone. Share love where hate has reigned too long. Light the lamp so the soul may be healed.

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          Light the lamps in souls who choose their end before His time. Those so bereft of hope, who suffer the poverty of relationships true and strong. Those for whom love has fled. Let their grief light your path to them. Illumine the darkness of their agony with Christ, that they see in their sufferings, purpose amalgamated with the Divine Will.

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          Go forth and light the lamps in lands where faith slumbers in peril. In prayer and deed, in a life lived true, guide hearts to the Pearl of the Blue Mantle.

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          Shine the Shepherd’s Beacon in every pilgrim soul, away from the precipice of death, steer each one safe.

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  1. Wow! You are an amazing and poetic writer. The truths you express are beautiful gifts. I love lighting the l”lamps so the soul may be healed.” and “the indigo mists of night drop their veils” and the “purple night gently ribbons across the skies.” I could quote most of this prose for its beauty and depth and insight. ” And so it is with the soul. Even in the wilful pursuit of all that chokes and stamps out the breath of God within us, the soul in loneliness seeks the Light. In every straying heart, the soul stands in diametrical solitariness, longing for that which gives True Life.” Powerful writing and truth. I adore this. Thank you Caitlynne Grace, for loving, for your generous gift of expression, for your brilliant lamp that shines in our darkness, for writing on our hearts…,

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    1. Like many others, I write of my struggles and hope, which I know, mirrors the lives of countless souls. I think a lot about how to express them because I want my blog to be a place of rest, where anyone can come and lie down, be gently persuaded that healing is needed, accept the needful, and go on to help others. The picture inserts on this blog are not mine. Not one of them. No talent, you see. I once took a picture of my husband by some rocks at the beach during our courting days, and he hasn’t let me forget it yet – he says it was more rock than anything else, and he has never seen anyone take a pic that badly! But I love what pictures – photographs & paintings – can do. They take the words out of my mouth, and they do a far better job of getting the thought out! And I know, when the words have long been forgotten, the image stays on.

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