The Consolation of Waiting

Waiting in the sun breathed stone, the candle

flame flickering in the breath of the minds that

flew to realms unmet, unknown. Fear

filled my heart as I watched the glow of light

illuminating the darkness within me.


I saw those things,

I hide from others,

as stark and grasping.

Their noisy voices overwhelmed me

and I cried out wounded by sharp knives.


It rests on me. A touch, like the

caress of a gentle, warming breeze.

My heart stills and time slows,

the boundaries of my flesh dissolve 

and the solid worn sofa beneath 

softens and fades, I am because God is. 

There eternity holds  me. And I, 

aware of being for that moment 

in grace, opened myself to that 

kindling I sought, 

something that 

brought me 

the comfortable

knowledge that 

somehow somewhere a 

being rests on us, 

sheltering us with 

lit love.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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