The Day Light and the Dark Night
Once upon a time, when Day was dawning, and Night was just
retreating over the newly-illuminated hills, Night spoke for the first
time to its enemy.
"You know, one so bright, one day you will not ruin my deep haze.
One day you will cease to shine, for your rays are numbered, but I
will always be. You are but a mass of matter and gas, just so much
smoke and fire. Your time will come and you will die, just like all
things, but I will go on forever."
This startled Day because it was not used to being spoken to so
harshly. As a matter of fact, everyone had always been sweet to the
Day and happy to see it. The birds would chirp merrily and all
seemed well. Now Day was feeling most concerned and let the
clouds hide its face for most of the morning. Finally, Day could not
help but be what it was, and let the Sun shine brightly.
Now, each time Night would seep into an area behind the
brightness and the Sun would set to its inhabitants, Night would
mock Day and tell of a wonderful time when dark would reign
supreme over all the land. "You glow now for all to see, but one day,
my beaming opposer, you will turn as cold and dank as me and I will
rule. My source does not rely on a ball of fire but I am self-sufficient.
I am as I always have been. You were created with a beginning and
one day, you will have an end." Finally, Day no longer paid attention
to the mocking of the darkness, but decided to be happy to shine as
brilliantly as possible, each day bringing joy for all to see for as long
as it could. Each day, it glowed even more brightly, pushing back the
gray every time it dawned over the horizon, even with Night not far
behind, with its fingers of chill.
Day would not be there at night to hear Night smite the land and
its fruit with terror, but when Day flamed hot at the noon hour, it
would hear the flowers say to the bees, "What will we do when the
sun shines no more? How will we get the power to open up our
petals and present our beauty to add to the glory of life?"
"I don't know," The bees would retort as they butted in to take
their nectar. "How will we gain our food to give us the power to
carry the pollen as is our job?"
All of nature wondered what their fate would be. But all decided
that they would continue to give their all for as long as they could,
and in doing their job so well, someone would surely come to rescue
them from their dilemma, because that was right and what was right
had always been done and had always been right.
Each had heard and watched Night yawning with no cares,
assured of eternal existence. "Soon your happy time will be over and
all things will be mine to conquer. There will be no more sunny times
for you as I will use all to be somber like I am."
Even those that were awake at night and liked that time grew
worried, for they knew that their existence depended on the Light,
and even they began to hate the time they used to love with the
forever-scorning dark. One day, as Night rolled its way along,
consuming a particularly nice spot from the leaving Day, Night
continued its torment, commenting on how many had died and
succumbed to its cold fortress of contempt during its ritual time. This
time, Day had a thought.
Day paid no attention to the jeering Night, but told of a smaller ball
of fire that had once been and now is no more. "The moon is now my
companion as you will soon be, no longer able to cause me to hide."
When Night again pointed out how he needs no source to exist, it
just is, Day paid no attention, for the Light had a secret. "Goodbye
Day," Night called.
"Goodnight to you," replied Day, "because you cause sleep." This
last statement gave Night a shudder, which wasn't easy because the
dark was so used to the chill. Of course, Night did not let Day know it
had caught a chill from the statement. But Day knew because when
it had surprised Night and blazed across the fields broadcasting its
glory, Night was quiet and slipped away more quickly than before, as
if suddenly aware of a new foe.
After a time, Night whispered to Day, "Tell me your secret. I
know you have one because I have heard the others proclaim it as I
squeeze the last of their life away. What is it?" But the sun just shone
all the more brightly, glistening on all its beauteous life.
Night could take no more. "Why are you so happy?" Now flinging
icy tendrils around Day, trying to frighten it away. "What is your
secret?" Night demanded, suspicious for the first time that it was the
one without much power. "If you have a secret, oh one of Light,
what is it? Where is it? Who is it?" Night stood from afar, glaring at
the sun. "You will burn out and will be no more. I have seen it many
times. I will prevail. I will live forever. But I must know your secret!"
Finally, Day decided to speak. "Can't you see it my foolish one?
Can't you see the evidence? It's shining brightly for all to see."
"What is so evident?" shot back Night. "I can only see an end to
you and no end to me! Even today, you are dimmer than you were
yesterday. You three are dying, Sun... Light... Day."
"My silly friend, It is you that causes death, not I. You will always
become what you cause. Haven't you been watching existence? Or
have you only been playing in your own desires. Is it because you are
always in the dark that you've never seen the Light? Watch creation.
Watch what always is. One always becomes what one has caused.
Did I not hear you boast of misery and pain, of death and dying? Are
you not the Father of such things?"
Just then, a very bright light shone so brightly that there was not a
shadow to be seen, not even under a rock. It was all things. It was
the flowers and the bees and all love and life. It was the SON, a
"Where are you now? Called the Light to the dark. "Come see my
secret!" But the dark was quiet because it wasn't anywhere.
[ Contributed by Marjeana Martin (BlueAngelBabie@aol.com) -- from 'Daily Wisdom' ]
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