Shadows

Below is a poem I came across.....

The bumblebee crept out on the stone steps.

No roses. Nothing to gather.

Nothing but itself, the cold air,

and the spring light.

It rubbed its legs together

as if it wished to start a fire

and wear its warmth.

Under its smart yellow bands

the black body shone like patent leather.

It groomed itself, like a pilot

ready for takeoff and yet not ready:

when my shadow fell over him

he flicked his wings, checking them,

and took off into the bare garden.

It was the shadow that caused the bee to take flight.  

How often do we experience this in nature? How often does our shadow cause the things of nature to stir.

The shadow gets them moving,gets them out of their comfort zone, gets them off their butts and get busy with life.

So too must the shadows that cross our path gets us moving, get us off our butt and get busy with life.

The shadows remind us ultimately not of darkness but of the presence of  light.

Recall the words of  today's first reading, "thenGod said, let there be light,and there was light." 

Shadows are not bad but rather they point us toward light and more importantly the creator of light and thus we are able to take off and head in the right direction.

Today be thankful for shadows.