Silence intruding in the cacophony of my heart, causes me to yearn for simple quiet. A little light peeking in. Looking forward. Lent seeping in. Slowly, slowly I realize that I am made for peace, but this I find myself not in peaceful times. Standing up, I want to sleep. I look where I am supposed to be. I am where I am supposed to be, but I find little comfort. Seeking my path, but find it is not just my path, but the path I must travel with my beloveds. That is my comfort. Peace will find me. Love I already have.
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