The light comes into the room. The light enters the room. The light steals
Into the room slowly, like a thief. And what does it steal? It stealeth away darkness.
It stealeth away night. It stealeth away the sins of the world. It stealeth away our Knowledge of darkness, or rather it adds itself to nothingness gradually
So as to reveal itself to us and at the same time to reveal the world in all its glory
An’ its television An’ its grace.
Now. We must be more modern. We must be more scientific. We must say light from The star thousands of light years away has somehow entered the room exhausted From its travels in straight or curving lines through space and time and rested gently On the atoms of things and joined them in the trick and gift of gradual solidity.
The light has entered our own consciousness in just the same way it would have Entered the eyes and nerve cells of Alexander the Great or Joan of Arc or Christ or Buddha or Allah Or Salman Rushdie – Light you see like God Herself like God Himself does not discriminate. For we are like lizards if we are alive to receive it
Light will enter through our eyelids even while they are shut and we are essentially
To all intents and purposes sleeping.
It will sit down in an armchair in the room and begin a conversation in our brain
The tiniest amount will excite and elicit the production of seratonin so that not only Will we begin to experience light and the day and the world again but we will feel Good about doing so.
Now, just only for me the light like an excellent slow and deliberate painter
Has gently begun to colour the room and for me the world In the first and subtlest
Shades of black and then blue and then the differentiation of shapes
The darkening forming coming into being of the square heavy don’t-hit-your-shin-on- This-it-will-hurt chest of drawers on the different coloured but not yet different Coloured but only different shapes of clothing has only the soft honey effect
Of matching the flowing presence of my warm lover’s body and my own here in the Big bed In the magic of newdayness and a simplicity which matches the complex Nuclear reactions in the sun our own star and the gradual learning of childhood
Isn’t that right Alasdair and Helen? And Johanna meaning gift from God
Oh yes. I think so. Quite true.
I have taken the great light of the world from Christina’s shoulders
Christina in the painting by Andrew Wyeth. Christina who is blind
And placed it on the side of the distant barn.