Heaven’s Heart: Revisting Siloam

Nearer the Beginning of November, I posted on this blog for the first time and am now returning for a moment to develop a thought:

“This man washed his eyes, blind, and dried off seeing. Likewise, starlight washes my eyes and illuminates Earth’s beauty. Comparatively, creation’s veil lifts, and her eyes mirror mine. No few nights have I gazed at the heavens and admired her worth, intrinsic and imprinted by her Creator.”

Comparatively, creations veil lifts, and her eyes mirror mine, reflecting an intimate, personal individual whose identity is understood in unison with his Creator’s flawless identity. Opening my spiritual eyes closes the eyes of my flesh, and the believers’ spirits surrounding me illuminate, appearing as a silhouettes whose shadows are cast as flesh. The soul incarnates the body which relies on its possessor to act, as a shadow does its silhouette.

Creation echoes the Creator’s voice; those disposed with spirit mirror his image. When he, created in the image of God, recognizes of the image of God, he simultaneously becomes enlightened of himself – and God.

The spirit reflects God’s image uniquely; and mankind, like a broken mirror, represents vibrantly the Creator’s image upon restoration.

Thence I say, no few nights have I gazed at the heavens and admired her worth, intrinsic and imprinted by her Creator.             

Starlight of Siloam: A Little Town Night

Pleasant View’s night sky is a pleasant view, indeed. Stars shine brighter in the sticks and the darkness abroad invites more. Traveling westward from Nashville to the small town dispels both city lights and city-life: distractions. Curiously, the absence of light illuminates my blindness in the presence thereof. You could say that stars, for me, simulate the pool of Siloam.

Jesus benefitted many a blind man; peers questioned the renewed sight of one man in particular. This man proclaimed,

            “The man called Jesus made mud and anointed my eyes and said to me, ‘Go to Siloam and wash’, So, I went and washed and received my sight”

This man washed his eyes, blind, and dried off seeing. Likewise, starlight washes my eyes and illuminates Earth’s beauty. Comparatively, creation’s veil lifts, and her eyes mirror mine. No few nights have I gazed at the heavens and admired her worth, intrinsic and imprinted by her Creator.

That night in Pleasant View, the celestial lights lit the sky and woke my mind. Prior to, I was conscious; thereafter, I was aware.