My Story

‘The Way of Light’ is a song about prayer. It explores the way that – though external to ourselves – prayer has the power to teach us our own truths and to ground us, more physically, within them. In a place of utter darkness, whenever I feel numb and bereft, I often find myself craving sensory indicators of hope and possibility: candles for light, incense for scent, water for touch. These objects have become almost ritualistic for me, pulling me into a different realm, a different form of consciousness. I chose to place the song here as it feels like an anointing of sorts; a holy arrival.

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Folk Rock Opera

The woman, here, is pausing for breath, gathering her sense of incompleteness, all her questions, her sense of lack. She’s holding them close to her, now, finally coming to accept them.  She has reached a point of preparedness, an anointing ritual of sorts for the coming confirmation into acceptance and wholeness.

The last line of the song, ‘Do you know I’m almost there?’ is not talking about a concrete point of arrival. Rather, it is saying that there is no point of arrival, only acceptance of what there is.

The Way of Light

by angela josephine

do you know the way of darkness?

do you know the way of despair?

do you know the way of making it right?

take me through this night

do you know the way of regret?

do you know the way of shame?

do you know the way of making it right?

in this darkness, i have no sight

put candles on my altar

pull incense through my hair

pour water on the way of this cross

and i’ll wash my burdens bare

you take all my darkness

and you turn it around

and it sparkles with the water

as it weeps from your crown

and you take all my darkness

and you turn it to right

and i know the way of light

do you know the way of daylight?

do you know the way of air?

do you know the way of freedom?

do you know i’m almost there?

do you know i’m almost there?

do you know i’m almost there?

Enter the experience…

What are your reminders of living into your ‘now’? Are they objects? Is it a ritual? A place? What grounds you in the imminent? Pick one way you can make space for this.