You Saw Me

Found this beautiful piece over at Hints and Guesses

You saw me...
...adapted from St. Augustine, Confessions...


You saw me and it pleased you to transform all that was misshapen in me. ... I had turned a blind eye and forgotten it--my wickedness. … I was quite unconscious of it, quite blind to it, although it stared me in the face. … The light is clouded over and the truth cannot be seen, although it is there before our eyes. …

O my God. Look deep within. … You cleanse me, by drawing my eyes to yourself … I entered, and with the eye of my soul, I saw the Light that never changes casting its rays over the same eye of my mind, over my mind. It was not the common light of day that is seen by the eye of every living thing … it was itself the Light that made me … It is the Light that charity knows. … I awoke in you and saw that you were infinite, but not in the way I supposed. This I saw, but it was not with the sight of the flesh that I saw it.


"After that he put his hands again upon his eyes, and made him look up: and he was restored, and saw every man clearly."

To see, really see, the heart, the mind and the body become more alive. We will feel our joy more deeply, and our pain more poignantly. Yet somehow, I believe, that this connects with passion and colour. These two thoughts are being written across my experiences and thought processes these days. When I live without passion, I also become colour blind in life. When I become colour blind I cannot see my own heart. And when I cannot see, or hear, my own heart it begins to close off, shut down and retreat. In that place the darkness envelopes one but it is also the place where the Light is the healing agent that restores passion and colour in our soul.

Just musing as I sit awake at 3:40AM still adjusting to jet lag.