Blind faith

Breathing you do I become full. Light penetrates the essence of the All that we might walk and see our way through dark spaces. It shows us the way; helps us find the cracks that lead us always there. Within. Freedom dwells at the core of the within. Through time and space has it been revealed, a reminder of eternity. We are vast inside of … Continue reading Blind faith

Time immemorial

I’ve seen the face of gratitude. The mirror does not lie. I’ve turned it toward you. My reflection. You remind me of what I’ve forgotten. You listen to the remembrance of my core when I return again to truth. You are the stone upon which I have carved our meeting: April 5, 1975. I awoke in the wee hours of that morning. A cry let … Continue reading Time immemorial

In secret

You tiptoed and I heard. Crawled stairs that I might listen. Your voice, the way that you evoked God, had conversations with the divine.   From whom do I get this— have I learned to go there facing east in prayer, or sitting in pews of blind faith?   I commune because of you. I saw you through the cracks/Under the door did the light show/your voice … Continue reading In secret

Night light

Because I can only stand here, I can’t stand there. Some things aren’t meant to dwell together: Light. Dark. We come to see the seeing of our sight when we open ourselves to the light. Dark, too, has a purpose: Reminds us of what is and what is not. Reminds us of where we are and where we are not. Reminds us of the people … Continue reading Night light