Transparency

Soap bubbles and stained glass windows leave a colorful shadow when light pours through them.

Water and mirrors reflect light, intensifying its presence.

Sometimes I am told to be brave and speak for the light, sometimes I think I should speak when I haven't been told, and then I turn into stone. I am still soaking in the warmth, and I haven't moved from my spot in the sun. But my shadow has turned blank and grey, because the light is blocked. Anything behind me must move, or it will cool down in the dark.

I love to teach, I love to care, I love to help by giving my thoughts and insight. I want to push people further along in understanding, lead them to discovering wisdom when I have found some for myself. But if I block the brightness, if I have obstructed their view of God, their love for Him - if my voice has filled the air so that they don't have to seek truth from the lips of Elohim himself - I have wronged them. Even if I think I am loving, I am doing the greatest damage I can by hindering their nearness to the Heart of existence. And so I must only act when lead by the Spirit. Let me decrease to a thin, colorful membrane that the Light may increase, and radiate out from within.