Friday Morning Musing

What matters whether transcendent or translucent?
Original Sin stains, sealing souls in black plastic wrap.
Light shrouded in gray folds of wayward hungering
Diffusing, obscuring from within and without.

“Not so fast!” a Voice whispers; intones; suggests
“The veil that shrouds the Heart has colored the understanding in colorless shades of shadow.
“Let the Light within dispel such childish notion!
“Arise to the morning and warmth that Truth, like Sunlight, radiates upon the Soul.”

I marvel at this.
What Truth?
Then, like the Dawn, understanding gently begins to illuminate.
All is held in thrall to darkness; decay; death.
This we mistake for Original Sin.
It is not.
Yet, the story doesn’t end there.

No.

This story continues from life to life.
From light to light.
From Love to Love.