Not silent, but sleeping with a peace

hardly known to this world

the newborn is swaddled in love.

Breathing in and out

a soft breath that knows no anger or fault

bad thoughts, or deeds,

only love. Inhaled and exhaled with each breath.

 

Sitting quietly I gaze.

Dreamily feeling peace radiant from new lungs

touched by the “breath of life”.

God’s gift is in my hands.

What it is like to be here at last.

Lots of kerfuffle it seems,

funny noises and people making sounds that feel like love

all around me.

 

They have given me a sound.

My own personal sound it seems,

someone called it a name

which I guess means that if I ever get separated from my parents,

I could tell someone (if I knew how to speak).

 

But who would ever want to get separated from their parents.

Clouds obscure the sun,

while providing shelter from it

limiting vision of all beyond,

creating imperfect apparitions.

 

A north wind blows clouds refusing to disperse,

who merely move, stage left, to limit another’s view

that is until the sun emerges and

dispenses with them in all goodness.

I had it for a moment.

A relationship with great promise

Fulfillment spilling everywhere.

As happens when you make a change in someone’s life,

once they pass back to you in a wonderful consolation;

peace and joy you can share with all around.

 

Then they are gone,

moved to a “better” teacher,

a more challenging challenge,

steeper slopes.

 

Now I have to move on, and rejoice in their success and my own loss.

Noise.

Clatter, clang, hiss, whirr …

The advertising man cometh, even when pumping gas.

Disturbing what could have been a moment of peace.

Each day is a pilgrimage

Standing alone, a physical presence peers into the pitch blackness,

a dominion without dimensions

neither two or three dimensions, not just space

but also time, not an absence of light.

 

Lack of vision omits shapes and forms present but unseen to me,

trying to use physical gifts, I strain harder to see hidden content,

to understand what is there,

what it means.

Seeking forms that will become shapes in my mind,

grow into a vision,

then an understanding,

as if a person is there,

becoming a call for me to do … something.

Observe

ponder

discern an action,

wait for more.

 

 

Divine darkness is not the absence of physics

rather the presence of knowledge,

a knowledge holding truth safely in loving hands.

 

Meanwhile I stand a seeker and gazer into the dark

and pray, silently

as His plan reaches into the depth of my soul,

infusing my essence with a roaring peace

as I become one with the darkness and all it contains.

As His will is done.

When the sun shines brightly, the stars disappear.