This little light of mine

I grew up in a culture that embraced/adhered to/entertained/was influenced by, an edition of the Christian faith as understood during the time in history known as the reformation. I’m no expert in History or church history, but I know that it felt stale by the time we were partakers in the tradition and that I was simply bored my whatever I had to endure or enjoy when we attended ‘church’.

One thing that brightened the experience was the singing and I think that I can remember this song from my childhood. This is a bit confusing though, because I grew up in an Afrikaans culture and the song is English. Whatever, it comes from a time in my life when God was confined and my expectations of Him was either far-off and distant or very small.

The words of the song is, I think, still fairly well known, even in our secular world.

‘This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine! ‘

The gracious truth is that my miserable self encountered Jesus and His Love and He has allowed me to embark on a healing journey of practicing yoga.

He has also given me the joy of words, so here I share some of what this wonderful practice has meant to me and shown me so far.

The poem:

This little light of mine
has turned into
a rainbow chain of colour
running up and down
my spine!

Wow! What a revelation
this awakening
as the energy centres
get switched on or brightened
one by one, all at once
then balanced and aligned.

Until it is a complete lie
when I say that “I am fine”
I feel more alive
full of passion and fire!

The truths that entered
to bring freedom and light
took time to soak in and
destroy all the lies
that bound me in darkness
of fear, guilt and shame
grief
lies
illussions
held in place
by pride,
by ego
there was no go
to this state of illuminated grace
without bowing the knees and the head
in some sort of way

as for me
I bowed knees and head
to the One
who lived a perfect life
then died in my stead

Name: Jesus
Title: Christ
brightest in my heart
sweetest on my lips
strongest in my movement
loudest in my silence
now also in my words.

I would love to hear what you think. I love the picture, it sums up so much of what I am excited about.

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