Once upon a time when the night was just retreating over the
newly illuminated hills and the day was dawning, it spoke for the first time to its enemy.
"You know one so bright, one day you will not ruin my deep haze.
One day you will cease to shine for your days are numbered but I will always be. You are
nothing but a mast of matter and gas, just so much smoke and fire. Your time will come
and you will die just like all things but I will go on forever."
This startled the day because it was not used to being talked
to so harshly. As a matter of fact, every one had always been sweet to the day and so happy
to see it. The birds would chirp merrily and all seemed well. Now the day was feeling most
concerned and it let the clouds hide its face for most of the morning. But finally it could not
help but be what it was and ultimately let its sun shine bright for all the land to absorb its
nutrients.
Now each time the darkness would seep into an area behind
the brightness and the sun would set to its inhabitants, the dark would mock the Light. It
would tell of a wonderful time when it would not have to leave but could reign supreme over
all the land with nothing to run it away.
"You glow now for all to see but one day my beaming opposer
you will turn as cold and dank as me, I will win and you will lose. My source does not rely
on a ball of fire but I am self sufficient. I just am as I always have been. You were created
with a beginning and one day you will have an end."
Finally the day no longer let the darkness mock it. It decided
that it would be happy to shine as brilliant as it could, making the joy it brought for all to see.
So each day it glowed even the stronger pushing back the gray every time it dawned over the
horizon. Even though it could feel the night barking at its tail with its cold hard fingers of chill.
The day would not be there at night to hear if the night also smote
the land and its fruit, with its terror. But, when it flamed hot at the noon hour it would hear the
flowers say to the bees.
"What will we do when the sun shines no more. How will we
get the power to open up our petals and present our beauty to add to the glory of life?"
"I don't know," The bees would retort as they butted in to take
their nectar. "How will we gain our food to give us the power to carry the pollen as is our job?"
All of nature wondered what their fate would be. But all decided
that they would just continue to give their all for as long as they could. Surly in doing their
job so well someone would come to rescue them from their dilemma. That was right and
what was right had always been done and had always been right.
Each had heard and watched from there sleepy perch the
night as it languished in its security, yawning with no cares, assured of eternal existence,
taunting those it lorded over in its time to be king.
"Soon your happy time will be over and all things will be mine
to conquer. There will be no more sunny times for you as I will use all to be somber like I am."
Even those that were awake at night and liked that time grew
worried. They knew that their existence depended on the Light and even they began to hate
the time they used to love with the now forever scorning dark.
Then one day again just as the dark rolled its way along
consuming a particularly nice spot from the leaving Light, it continued its torment to its
complete opposite. Just as it was commenting on how many had died and succumb to
its cold fortress of contempt during its ritual time, this time, the day had a thought.
It dawned on the day just as it was dawning, with its beams
trailing on water falling. It paid no attention to the jeering night as it told of a smaller ball of
fire that had once been and now is no more.
"The moon is now my companion as you will soon be, no
longer able to cause me to hide."
It paid no attention as it told of how so many times it has
seen all the balls of fire die out and never give light again. It paid no attention when the
dark pointed out again how it needs no source to exist, it just is. It paid no attention
because it had a secret.
"Good bye sun," the night called.
"Good night to you", replied the sun. "Because you cause sleep."
This last statement gave the dark a shudder which wasn't easy
because the dark was so used to the chill. Of course the dark did not let the Light know it
had caught a chill from its statement, it was to proud. But the Light knew because when it
surprised the dark and blazed across the fields broadcasting its glory, the dark was quiet
and slipped away seemingly a little quicker than ever before maybe suddenly aware of a foe.
After several days and nights the dark whispered to the Light.
"Tell me your secret. I know you have one because I have heard
the others tell of it and proclaim it as I squeeze the last of their life away, in my right, in
the night. What is it?"
But the sun just shone all the more brighter, glistening on
its beauteous life.
So the dark retreated once more into its night. Grouchy, it
caused even more of its cruel death to consume the love and inhabitants, the citizens
of the Light.
The Light just shone all the more on the work of the dark and
on the crushed lifeless deposits it made for the Light to discover on its rounds, thus causing
new life to spring forth.
"Why are you so happy?" The dark could take no more. It now
flung its icy tendrils around the light trying to frighten it away.
"What is your secret?" Now the dark, suspicious for the first
time that it was the one without much power, it began its taunt again.
"If you have a secret, oh one of Light what is it? Where is it?
Who is it?" It stood from a far off glaring at the sun. "You will burn out and will be no more
I have seen it many times. I will prevail. I will live forever I will stand supreme. What is your
secret?"
Finally the Light decided to speak. "Can't you see it my foolish
one. Can't you see the evidence of the truth? It's shining bright for all to see."
What is so evident, shot back the night? I can only see an
end to you and no end to me! Even now today you are less bright than you were yesterday.
You are dying sun."
"You three are dying sun...Light...day"
"But my silly friend. Began the sun, "It is you that causes
death not I. Haven't you been watching existence? Haven't you been as smart as you
proclaimed to be? Or have you only been playing in your own desires. Is it because you
are always in the dark that you have never seen the Light? Watch creation, watch what
always is. One always becomes what it has caused. Did I not hear you boast of misery
and pain, of death and dying? Aren't you the Father of all that?"
Just then a very bright light came to shine. It shone so bright
that there was not even a shadow to be seen, not even under a rock. Though it was a rock.
It was all things in fact and in all things. It was in the flowers and in all the bees and all love
and life. It was the Son, a different Son.
"Where are you now? Called the Light to the dark. "Come see
my secret! Where are you now?" Called the day to the night.
But the dark was quiet because it wasn't anywhere.
Contributed by Marjeana Martin.
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Originally appeared
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