Daily Signet

I thrill to the nuance of light as it plays in my valley and dances in the trees and explodes clumps of snow that sift through the evergreen needles and fall like flour onto the dough of the ground below. For I live in a Taj Mahal, an edifice of forest created out of love, for the sheer love of creation, the light of life. I want to snapshot the light as it streams from seasonal directions - north to south, high to low, wide and hot to narrow and intense.

Why so much joy in light? Because it reveals what I did not see before and it unveils a mystery that expounds into a greater mystery only now veiled in light. In the “ah ha” of the creation, the light magnifies what the darkness can no longer hide - beauty to behold but not to be understood, beauty to marvel but not to grasp. An expounded-upon mystery revealed in light to be a greater mystery than the mystery hidden in the dark.                                               

Benjamin H Martin

On This Day…

Declaration of the Bab: Baha’i remembrance of the fore-runner of Baha’u’llah

Jane Kenyon born 1947 in Michigan, died 1995: poet and translator
Works: Let Evening Come, A Hundred White Daffodils, The Boat of Quiet Hours
Quotes: “Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off the hook. Work regular hours.” “If it’s darkness we’re having, let it be        extravagant.” “The poet’s job is to put into words those feelings we all have           that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without it.”