I struggled with the question of what the nature of this Light was when Dea provided something of an example for me. I was struggling with my illness and feeling quite depressed a little while back. In that depth of despair, I found myself on the verge of giving up hope.
Then someone paused in their day to tell me how much I mattered to them. They explained that the fact that I made a point of listening to them when they were upset; that I tried to be cheerful and pleasant more often then not; and I do my best to make the world a better place then what it was when I first came through meant a lot to them. It was as though blinders were taken off of my eyes, suddenly, I understood what Light meant.
Light is love. Love is what gentles our tongues when frustration would make our words harsh. Love is what moves us to give our starving neighbor bread. Love is what prompts us to grow flowers in a place were others would think only weeds would prosper. I do the kind things that I do out of love for the world and other people. That love is but a pale reflection of the love that Dea has for us.
She pours out her love upon the world in a great and powerful river. The Daughter softens that river's flow so that we might not be swept away and turns it to a gentle rain that nourishes all life. The Daughter does this out of love as well, for she is a manifestation of Dea and Dea's love. The acts of Light (love) that we perform in this world are the drops of that gentle rain.
The more we do, the more of that gentle rain nourishes the parched world wherein we live. For the cracks of khear have robbed the world of that love just as they would allow water to run out of a jar. Let us work to pour more love into the world so that we might see Light here that reflects the Light of Dea.