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,
somehow somewhere a
being rests on us,
sheltering us with