I am searching for something,
In the waning light,
As night settles upon me.
A pregnant calm fills me.
With unbirthed thoughts,
Rampant and unfulfilled,
Swirling and whispering within me…
Is there something I should know?
Is there something I’ve forgotten?
If only I knew, maybe then I would be…
Knowing.
But a delicate nothing,
Presses upon me,
Its phantom weight,
Powerfully,
Confoundingly,
Questioning me.
What?
What is it I do not know?
Everything.
Like the echo of this sullen breeze,
Blowing through my half-opened window,
Gently tapping along the hallway,
Coming towards me alone,
Into my room, waiting.
Promising,
Eluding,
Yearning,
For a little look behind the veil.
~FS
Prayerful Life 