Dreaming Existence

  In the still silence between damp breath and  the beat of a heavy heart, there is a place of perfect peace where the lightness of being comforts the weary soul and the heart whispers its fervent prayer into the void…beyond the place  where thoughts deceive.. longing to believe the promises. Vespers for the weary, the dying,  the waiting.  Waiting for the sign, the affirmation, confirmation, supplication of of the faithful for salvation, redemption, healing. Alms for answers, paper for prayers, pleas flickering in the dim light of  Piety and Penitence, so bright! The answers wait in the darkness  where nothing breathes, nor eats,  nor sleeps.  In the infinitesimal space between eternity and existence, Truth waits patiently for Wisdom to open herself to acceptance of the  Unknown. Where thought ends,  and control is abandoned, where murmurs cease and plans forgotten, where trust becomes the breath, the beat, the reason… Fear surrenders to Love as God speaks… can you not hear It? Cheryl