His Impeccable Light

How over powering are the sun beams making up the illumines configuration of the blinds that try so hard to withstand them. I experience the presence of their warm inviting bliss every moment the mountains release their vibrant prisoner. But why is it that we so try to push back the sun with draw string and axel? Are we guilty with dark in fear that the sun would over shout our sins and judge us till our faces burn with rosy red its anger of our nakedness? How God he tries every morning, every benevolent wake of morning to illuminate us with the warmth of his impeccable light. And oh how sad how dreary we pull back the blinds grossly jubilant with the dark that stretches like blankets to fit our broken homes. Oh must He be judged the way we fear that He would judge us? How deviated, misguided are we. So let me ask, what were to happen if we were to burst open the blinds - rip them tear them tangle them into a mangled mess? What if we opened the rusted pane, kept bold for the presence of God? How warm would our homes be, how inviting would our lives be for God, how anxious we would be for morning's wake. So how, I find my self asking, can I begin to rip away the shield that kept me hidden for so long? How can one remove the nails that kept into the wall? How can one trust to be caught if they're too scared to fall? Its no secret, no puzzled test. Put your doubt to rest. No need for flesh hands to worry about the pain. God will help you rip the blinds from the window pane. That's his promise in the blood that the nails themselves pierced to wood. And where are those nails now? Lost within the sands of this earth, along with the blinds and the darkness and the sin we stained our hearts in. Love is all in. So lets do the same for God.