I see the divine close at hand every day, and have never felt the need to find it in a church or give it a name of any kind.
there is only that instant… when it returns… and I know such warmth again… when understanding dawns.
They have helped me wake up, and come back to myself again.
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
for an endless instant,
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless…
cold and strangeness sleep…
here, warmed at the fire… of my hearth … uninvited, but visiting still.
I feel more connected to the night now, less alone in it. I feel like I even see it through different eyes.
Over the years I’ve been given more than a few boxes full of darkness. They were not intended to be… But that never made them any less painful…
It’s only until recently that i think I am finally relaxing into who I am, and into who I will become.
I thought my sense of personal awareness and comfort would somehow armor me against the unhappiness of life, against problems I saw in the world around me. And up until today, I think maybe it had. Maybe it still can.