Soul Holes

In a conversation this week with a cyber friend we were talking about those places we feel most alive. There are spaces inside, sometimes-larger spaces that were made to be filled up. With what?

The earth is round, whether I believe it or not. The universe has black holes in it, way out there, whether I believe it or not. Yet if one traveled out into space the facts may well be observed.

In the space of our own hearts, in the dark unexplored places of the soul, there are “black holes”, whether we believe it or not. Space meant to be filled, yet for some reason it remains closed, uncharted and emotionally closed, silenced and immobile. Fear orbits around these places, becoming territorial and giving the illusion that it will forever remain as a void empty space.

What if I were to travel, with the Divine Maestro, into these “black holes” of my soul and let Him place the Light there instead? Let His presence, which is Light, fill this space?

“Your eyes are windows into your body. If you open your eyes wide in wonder and belief, your body fills up with light.” Matthew 6:22 Msg

What then of those moments when we feel most alive, when the passion of our soul is the full orchestra of our most passionate melody of personhood? These are the moments when we feel most present, when we are most present in “hope”. The empty spaces, for those moments, disappear. Being present then seems to bring “hope” into that moment and hope is in the now, not in the future. Being present, fully alive and full of passion for life – there the black holes are filled with Light.

These most alive moments may only be moments and are intimate, solitary moments with the Divine. His fingerprints are left upon me.

I long for, I am seeking more of the moments, fully alive and dancing to the music He sings in the Light. He calls me to join Him there, to believe that He waits for me there. To experience the soul deep rapture.

Maestro has been opening my eyes to some black holes in my soul and placing His Light, His presence there. The song He hums to me is “The Song of the Redeemed”; redeeming the lost pieces, reclaiming hope, restoring the melody.