A Small Light, A Moment of Peace


There are times when peace seems far away, when the world seems ugly, when all there appears to be is the darker side of our humanness. There are times when the Light of the Universe seems lost in the frays we create. It is not.

I sent my book today to someone who is in pain. I wrote on the inscription page that I hoped the book would bring her peace. She is a mother whose child is gone from this life. Thinking of her has drawn me away from the chaos that emanates from my television screen, which, I admit, I have been watching too much.

But I have a choice. I can turn away from darkness at any time. I can turn away, because I have been given the gift of remembrance. And this morning, it came to me in these words:

“There is a LIGHT in this world. A healing spirit more powerful than any darkness we may encounter. We sometime lose sight of this force when there is suffering, and too much pain. Then suddenly, the spirit will emerge through the lives of ordinary people who hear a call and answer in extraordinary ways.”  – Richard Attenborough

There is more to this life than what is on our television screens, more to life than we can see, hear, or touch. It is peaceful, and loving, and lives in the Silence of our higher selves. It is there, always. It is in the heart of those of us who are suffering and in too much pain. I know. I found it when I was there. And the Spirit emerged.

We cannot escape the realities of this world, nor should we seek to. But they are not all there is. There are higher places, there is another reality in which our hearts and minds can dwell, even if for a little while. I believe that when we change our hearts and our energies, just a little bit, when we turn away from the chaos of our creations, we ignite a light of our own, no matter how small. For those who are suffering, like the mother who is in my heart today, like so many of my countrymen who are immersed in conflict, anger, and fear, it may flicker for a moment in their vicinity. It may not. It may just inspire a kind word to the tired clerk at the checkout counter who has stood on her feet for hours. In that moment, in the space of that small light, peace will be mine. It may also be hers, and she may extend it to the customer in back of me. He may extend it to the customer in back of him. And in back of him. There is a Great Power that lives within us, even when it appears as a small light.  All we have to do is remember that It is there.


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Read The Messenger: The Improbable Story of a Grieving Mother and a Spirit Guide by Helen Delaney. Find it at www.Amazon.com or www.themessenger.space.




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