Time for a poem about what seem like opposites;
Filtered vision; light and dark,
held in tension
by thought and feeling.
Awakened memory of
something beyond sight,
Exploring opposites and
finding
a still, small, harmony.
Imperceptible voice
of calm and suprise….
longing for
who knows what.
The voice fades, the darkness deepens
and loneliness pierces my
being.
All that I have, all that I am,
held by a thread,
joining opposites,
trembling with hope
and expectation.
Held in the arms
of the Creator of all things.
Who understands,
and whispers; you are not
lost, but found.
Musings 