I finger the edges of my soul
looking for the imprint of your presence.
The veil hangs straight and still
no ripple of movement
and yet – peace.
Somehow I know that you are here.
Still. Still. Still.
Stay with me, still
And still my heart
So that even passing evidence
Lingers at the tip of my awareness
Just beyond knowing
But not beyond faith.
You love me, still.
Still, I love you.
I rest, with the fullness of that peace
Folded round my shoulders
Swaddling my heart
[image modified from a photo by MIKI Yoshihito per cc 2.0]
Hello, Holy One.
I say your name and smile.
The brush of your presence lifts my heart.
I am softly grateful for a moment of quiet,
For a whisper of love,
For my soul’s anchor buried deep within your heart.
I feel its tug.
My fingers follow the chain, link by link
To the very center of it all.
And there, where the deep surrounds me,
Where I am enveloped by quiet,
I find stillness and peace.
Silence without fidgeting; hope beyond words;
The invasive quiet that comes the moment I release it all into your hands;
For these I am grateful.
This quiet place is the home of my heart.
This deep connection is the essence of being.
I am filled with wonder, with you.
It is only the barest brush with mystery.
Yet it feeds me with a richness that is
Beyond, below, above, within … all.