Drops of Color/ Kneeling
Drops of Color
Kneeling
Kneeling earnestly in silence
beside a bed.
Listening…
No words flow.
Something seems to have lifted
a latch to a gate
and a gentle stream rushes through.
I hear the roar of a river
gripping the rapids.
White caps drench me
as I hold ‘in’ stillness.
A calm ensues
glazing the water’s surface.
I move and still my being
hovers as if held by wings.
Again…
No phrases break from
my lips.
My ears pick up the sound
of One beside me.
Audible sentences
I do not take in.
Yet, a knowing
‘echoes’
all around me.
Reaching into the
intimate chambers of
my beating heart,
my knees long
to remain
alongside this bed.
Only a little longer—please.
And, then…the day Begins—
although it already began
along side You.
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