I confess, that the time you caught me staring I was looking into your soul. When your eye found mine I was looking into you. I’m sorry, yes, I was prying. Souls are not shut up tight as many would think, hidden away. What is striking is the color, you know. If it is at all possible, each soul sports it’s own color on the spectrum. We are color at our core, it turns out.
Your soul was a deep azure with hints of chocolate and raspberry. You are sweetness and light, beloved. Because I’ve seen that I can assure you on this day that no matter what bitterness you feel you are sweetness and light. No matter what sour taste is left behind by disappointment and anger, you are sweetness and light. No matter how dry and bland your skin might feel in the wake of the drought of your spirit life you are sweetness and light. It’s how you’re made.
The One who made you has done so with such care and such delight. When I looked into you I could see that you were not convinced of this. Your soul knows, though, Beloved. Ask it. Speak softly and ask, knowing the sweetness and light which abides in you.