The Light Returns

 I've never minded short days - where the sun barely pokes through the grey West MI cloud cover. Winter comes, short days loom, the sun is a fleeting moment.

Frankly, it was even worse when I lived in Atlanta, being so far east inside the time zone. Darkness would start to fall shortly after 4pm. In good ol' GR, we're 30 miles from CST, so we can still see Happy Hour without a flashlight.

But yesterday, as we marked another solstice and we find ourselves at the shortest amount of sunlight for the year, I mused at how many social media posts I read that told me not to fear, the light was returning.

Or was it The Light. 

Maybe I just wanted to read it that way....that the Light was coming back. As though He had mysteriously wandered off somewhere with a need to scurry back to the party.

I'm not entirely sure that my friends who posted the meme saw any significant depth to their wording. But I did.

Non Sequitur:

Bubs and I were working through the lyrics to We Three Kings the other day. What does it mean to Traverse Afar? Where is the Orient? What gifts did they bring? He did pretty well...and then I asked him what it meant when we sang "guide us to thy perfect light."

It took him a minute, but he got there. That big brain of his soaking in poetry and nuance. He's a gem of a kid.

Alas -that said, maybe that's why I got to wondering about the social media posts and the return of the Light.

I do long for sunny, warm days ahead.

But I always long for the Light that brings me out of what ever darkness is around.