Darkness, utter darkness enfolded me;
Not the erie, desolate sort, but the darkness
Which only can be described as being
Darkness upon the face of the deep.
I could not see my hands before my face,
Neither could I sense movement of any kind.
The darkness was at once impenetrable and empty
Yet somehow it comforted me like a swaddled infant.
With velvety robes of nothingness draped around me
I sat quietly in the absence of anything and tarried,
Waiting expectantly in undisturbed tranquility
Like a hawk perching in silence on a moonless night.
The more intently I peered into the darkness
The less I could discern, for void is void
Empty is empty, nothing is nothing
And mind doesn’t matter absent matter.
I longed for the unmistakable impulse
Which comes only from within, the celestial spark
Thrown off the steel of an adamantine soul
When struck by heavenly flint of the seraphim.
Yet I knew I could neither demand nor insist,
For the timing was not mine to determine.
I would not insult my Creator with vain orisons
As if somehow He were my factotum, my personal Savior.
Instead I knelt as a woodsman preparing to light a fire
Ready to chase the spark with my char cloth and oakum
That no spark would be lost or missed,
For no man knows how many sparks he is to be given.
Once glowing, I breathed softly yet confidently into the cloth
Preparing all the while the tinder nest that is to give rise
To the creative fires, the blaze of originality
That makes all things new.
Cherished compeer, you are not here to smolder in mediocrity, nay,
You are here to be afire, to impassion and intensify
All that is attracted to you
When the darkness gives way to the light.
Gregory Hake 
Our time to be here on Earth directly effecting things is really not as long as it sometimes seems, and the time moves faster as we get older. Yet it is still amazing how many opportunities are packed into each day, if we only know how to look.
The fire you speak of illuminates those opportunities, so that they may be seen and utilized.
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Thank you Gregg for your exquisite words. How very true that the spark must be not only treasured but utilized for it does not remain alight forever. It is the passion for fulling our divine purpose that kindles it.
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You’re quite welcome, Joy!
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It is interesting to take note of the call to be patient to rest in the Creator fretting not letting the eternal cycles that rhythmically create that celestial spark ignite our souls. It is good to be with you in this and with others.
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Beautiful Gregg!
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Thanks Teryl.
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Thank you for this passionate, descriptive poem which inspires confidence in me to be myself and not to waste my life, but to let that fire burn!
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My pleasure and I’m happy to hear that it had that effect on you.
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What a vivid description of divine direction. For each to fulfill our promise we must be prepared and ready when that spark comes. The preparedness is a soul clothed with a pure heart and a clear mind, not one hazy with judgement. Then we’re ready for the actualization of the commitment made in mediation and prayer. Thank you for accepting the spark that authored this poem, it contributes to the difference.
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My heart is full. Thank you for this poignant description of the beautiful process available to all of us.
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