Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.
We set a timer, throw caution to the winds and try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
Want to play Five Minute Friday?
1. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt- no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Meet & encourage someone who linked up before you.
OK, are you ready? Give us your best five minutes on: Light
Ready: Go
There is the glare, harsh and unforgiving, like fluorescent lighting accentuating every pore, every wrinkle, every flaw, every cell wasting away a little more each day. This is the stuff of dressing rooms and hospital corridors. The light that leaves us stumbling unseeing as we stare into the depth of our imperfections.
When blinded by the false brilliance of a manufactured thing. The threads of the bulb pulsating the message that what we see is not good enough. That we will never be enough. That we are sick and rotten. That we will never find healing.
There is no escape from this light but eyes squeezed tight to the reality we see.
But there is also the light of a breaking dawn, emerging on the horizon blistering with color as the world comes alive. The shadows driven out as the sun climbs into the sky and perches with it’s warm glow and bodies rise to the day and eyes that were closed in slumber see clearly.
This is the light of the world. That we see where the light is coming from, there can be no mistake because the Son shines gloriously from the heavens.
That the shadows are driven out. Those night things, the things which hide seething within us are not only revealed in His light, they fade as the Son rises.
That the warmth of that blazing Son covers all of our imperfections in crimson flames, burning away bodies of slumber, and awakening new creations, bathed in radiant light.
Stop
Ok, now go link up at The Gypsy Mama and be sure to read her Good Friday Post because it is beautiful and it gave me chills. I make it a rule to never read her posts before I write mine or else I would not be able to write anything as I wonder at her word weaving skills. Cuz, she’s got skills , folks.
Wonderful, painful and glorious, reading on Good Friday!
Eva recently posted..Five Minute Friday – Light
Thanks Eva. It’s a Good Friday indeed.
loved, loved, loved your entire post!
“…the warmth of that blazing Son covers all of our imperfections in crimson flames, burning away bodies of slumber, and awakening new creations, bathed in radiant light.”
loved, loved, loved this!
thank you!
richelle recently posted..Five Minute Friday – Light
Richelle, Thanks for your sweet words. You bless me.
I like it, I like it, and I’ve clicked around a bit and I like you, I like you!
Creative write, Alia.
Amy, I am so glad you commented on here. I have just spent the last hour wandering around on your blog and I love it. I like you too. Yay!
“That we see where the light is coming from, there can be no mistake because the Son shines gloriously from the heavens.”
Yes! He is glorious! Beautiful reminder, my friend.
Thank you friend. Blessed by you, as always.
Somehow, I’ve read your blog on 5-minute Friday. LOVED YOUR POST. One of the most freeing times in my life was a summer spent in Honduras where I never shopped, and had only a small hand held mirror to look into each morning before the sweat framed my face. I never thought about how I looked because the heat would undo it and there were more important things. Love your take on light.
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That’s interesting Laura. I have wondered before, if I were blind, how these things would be of no consequence. We do live in a mirror obsessed culture where we spend a lot of time with the glare of this world reflecting back. It’s only in His light that we can truly see. Thanks for stopping by here and blessings on your Passover meal.
So beautiful, Alia.
Thank you!
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it. Also, thank you so much for the card. We are going to do a date night, soon with yummy Mexican food.