CAVE DWELLERS #4
Other caves have the past remains of campfires, bones and implements of another generation. The past inhabitants leave little to tell of why they were in the cave. The only clues are history and time. The cave only tells of a generation past. There is nothing that speaks of the present. There is nothing current or obvious. Everything is old and used. There is death and the past in every corner of the cave. The blackened walls add to the darkness of walking into yesterday. There is a yearning to look and know and explore and inspect but it is taken over quickly by a desire to go back out into the light and into today, into the now. We decide to leave yesterday in the little piles of bones, little burnt sticks of wood and cobwebs of the past. Only the cave knows their secrets.
There is also is the cave of serenity. It is a secure cave where we can warm ourselves, feel a cool breeze that ventilates our stress and anxiety, and we can safely sit and rest and nourish ourselves. We sense the strength and power of the stonewalls and the natural light filtering down through multiple doors and holes of escape and rescue. It feels complete and secure. The cave surrounds us with comfort like the arms of a parent for a child. We are taken care of and provided for. We are calm, peaceful, and quiet and can then meditate on the goodness and presence of God and write it on the walls of the cave.
“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Jesus