One must remain arrayed for attainment, while your lamp is kept trimmed and burning.
No matter how hard things get, there is always a purpose. Plans of action will indeed recourse themselves while the goal waits steady in the hands of God. It is important to understand this, if for nothing more than the simplicity of its significance.
To keep your lamps trimmed and burning could be considered as two different expressions. The most obvious is that of spiritual devotion, the less obvious being hidden as a precarious sentiment or plan not seen to the public eye. When one’s light is kept trimmed and burning, they are building upon a brief parable written with the context that whatever you do, do not give up for the work is never done.
In the book of Matthew 25 : 1-13, we find a parable about wise and foolish virgins. The virgins were told that the bridegroom (Christ) would be coming, so they fetched their lamps, kept them trimmed and lit their respective wicks. They then set them burning in their appointed place. In the cleverness of Christ he showed up fashionably late and those foolish virgins who didn’t have enough oil in their respective lamps had missed their chance at knowing his presence, for they had to go searching for more oil. After the misfortune of the foolish, Christ corresponds with his disciples that they and all else should always stand prepared—for the occasion of his next arrival was never to be known.
So with that brief lesson behind us, please allow me to intervene with my own metaphoric touch.
When we look at the brevity of this proverb, to keep your lamp trimmed and burning, we see in its clarity, an allegory that as we wait for the second coming of Christ, we should not allow our light, or faith, to burn out due to doubt and disbelief. Whether or not you believe that there is indeed a second coming on its way is none of my concern. These words are meant to help one look at things in a different light.
One should always try and look at things in a different light. What if within the light that the second coming is at its broadest point the means of death? What if hidden in this parable is the meaning of life and its inevitable end, that being death? That when we give up the ghost, we welcome the second coming of his presence? Hmm, yours truly just walked himself across a hidden cerebral thought not knowing it, until his heart moved across this commentary without much of his self in the way of his heart.
We often place so much of an emphasis on not burning out, that alas we run out of fuel before we can even fathom the ability to gather ourselves.
To keep our lamps trimmed and burning is an apt metaphor for the routine of life. We often spend life, always on the run, putting more on our plate without the ability to stomach all of its worth. We often place so much of an emphasis on not burning out, that alas we run out of fuel before we can even fathom the ability to gather ourselves. It is rare nowadays that anyone actually focuses on the need to replenish the spirit within him or herself. In the symbolic sense it is of the utmost importance to hit the spiritual reset button more often than not.
I haven’t really figured out how to do this myself. I feel by sharing my thoughts with the world, I have been able to keep my spiritual light trimmed and burning with the force of creativity. These words and the creativity behind them help to refuel my spirit, keeping my existence ready for what is inevitable. Please allow what’s burning inside me to delve into the depths of my own deep end, after all it must be expected of me to keep my lamp trimmed.
It is true that darkness rests behind every nook and cranny within the routine of life. There will be obstacles on the road that lay ahead, but it would be wise to not be foolish in these times of duress. One must keep the candle of creativity lit no matter how shady your surroundings get. If nothing more than in the opinion of the author, it should be considered best to attack the onslaught of darkness with every lance of light your heart does bear.
For life is too short to spend it in the dark, life should be spent in the light of an angel’s hark.
From the feelings we feel so tragic, we must put them aside, to allow the thrill of magic its chance at manifesting all that is enigmatic. For life is too short to spend it in the dark, life should be spent in the light of an angel’s hark. We mustn’t allow our fear of solitude the upper hand against the embodiment of disemboweled comfort. It is in solitude that inner peace and harmony awaken within. It is in the serenity of solitude that we find creativity—constant, trimmed, and eternally burning.
I give a glance to a distorted face ridden by an evil dilemma. It was the kind of glance that would smite even an innocent bystander with fear. But from the stare of resentment and suffering comes a corrected laugh at the luxury of contemptible coziness, in it such a refurbished joy, that suffering left the room scared, scorned by its own thorn.
I watch as sorrow sinks with the afternoon sun of this memoir and the nightfall of reverence has been swallowed up by the depths of darkness’s oblivion, the stars still shine twinkled and bright, well aware that they are meant to luminate the path that elucidates through the dark and dreary night—all the while my soul sits back burnt ablaze, blistered by bliss. It is important to remember that to keep one’s lamp trimmed and burning, one must expunge all of the pessimism that undermines tomorrow. To expunge is to prepare, to remain arrayed for what is inevitable.
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