Light Strikes My Darkened Heart

'Frozen wave against sunlight' by Hernan Pauccara ( by Hernan Pauccara

When I was a young man, I began searching for the meaning of life. Along the way, I wrote a travel journal, a mix of prose and poetry, and labelled it Fool’s Odyssey.

I’d returned home empty-handed. No, empty-hearted. For what I’d really sought was something, or rather someone, who could fill the incessant vacuum in my heart. Ironically (everything ultimately turns out to be ironic, doesn’t it?), I’d found it when I quit searching for it. In the words of a child just outside a country schoolyard.

Before going off to search for “something else,” I’d bought a Bible. So I went home and spent most of the afternoon reading it. There were things in it I’d never seen before. Or rather they’d been there, but they’d been invisible. And then I read this:

For the invisible things of God, since the creation of the world, have been made visible through that which can be seen. And so are you without excuse, because, when you might have known God, you chose instead to hold to your vain imaginings. Your heart was darkened. Professing to be wise, you chose instead to become a fool and worship creation, instead of your Creator. (Romans 1:20-25)

My foolish heart was broken. I thought back on London (“flash, darkness, flash, darkness”). And Paris (“red, black, red, black, red, black”). And Barcelona (“…just like every other cursed thing”). And my flight home (“jump, jump, jump! bump!”) And the emptiness I’d felt upon returning (“not empty like dead, empty like clean”). And the little boy in the woods (“I’m going to find the Easter Bunny”). And then somehow I found these words, words I’d heard but never heard the conclusion to:

“Come unto Me

and I will give you rest.”

And so I rested.

I finally rested.

Wherefore, said the wise man, remember now your Creator… Before the years draw near when you say, ‘I have no pleasure in them.’ Before the silver cord is loosed, or the pitcher is smashed at the fountain. Before your flesh turns to dust and returns to the earth, and your spirit to God who gave it… Remember now your Creator.  (Ecclesiastes 12:6-8)

The words of the Wise Man,

the son of David,

the king in Jerusalem.

The words of the Fool;

the sun had set,

the time had come.

Here concludes the


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Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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17 Responses to Light Strikes My Darkened Heart

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  2. Debi Walter says:

    Isn’t the mercy and kindness of God breathtaking? He patiently led you to the place where you could hear His still small voice.
    Excellent story-telling, Mitch.

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  3. numrhood says:

    romans 1:45-50
    ecclesiastes 37:01-33
    delight in the lord
    will not left thee in his hand
    nor condemn him
    when he is judged


  4. says:

    And the odyssey will go on and on.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. I hope the little boy who went off to find the Easter Bunny was content with whatever he did find.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. gpavants says:


    What a great ending and beginning.



    Liked by 2 people

  7. gregoryjoel says:

    Thank you Mitch. An awesome story and it just keeps going on and on…

    Liked by 2 people

  8. murisopsis says:

    The blind will see and the lame walk…..

    Liked by 1 person

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