Light was instructed to turn its back to her so that darkness could flood in to teach its lesson.
To take trust from her vision and place it in her heart.
So that trust was not deceived by sight but strengthened by an experience that forced her to see the light within.
A special kind of brilliance that was always present but often overlooked.
A radiance that didn’t shine like the day, but rather smoldered like golden embers.
A dim, warming knowledge in the root of her, that kept vigil in dark times such as these.
And she found that the dark was not the enemy that she thought it was.
It had its unseen gifts that would never have been noticed had the light kept shining.
And she delighted in her own golden glow.
And danced in the dark, casting golden shadows that played at her feet.