Just Before Mom Left

Just Before Mom Left



In the quiet of my own thoughts, sorrow screams a silent scream in the midst of it.

It grips my soul without hands, and fills every mortal cell with an unknown presence.

All motion is robotic.

A veil is like a door, swinging closed to trap my sorrowed remembrances and futuristic guess, then swinging open to portray and display a mask of commonality.

When the veil / door is halfway -
- I think while standing with one foot on one continent and the other is on another -

< < < > > >The vast domains of life & death, narrows instantly with reality.< < < > > >

No need to contemplate my own mortality - I left it in God's hands years ago. It is part of His covenant with me. He handles my desire, I enjoy His life's blessing.

Then God whispered to me -

"Flesh desires love - yet who or what you love pales unto oblivion compared to the love I have to offer you.

Flesh desires power - the weaker you are, the stronger you become in Me.

Flesh desires truth - so does your spirit - Come, let us reason together.


There are no "Secrets to Life" - just unknown answers."


We are at peace with one another.