on a night where no silence was to be found.
mad thoughts rushing about,
too fast to understand, too slow to forget.
Through a whispering stream,
these thoughts float to a silent God.
Trident in hand, he watches and understands
the currents and waves of running prayers
rising in swells with every heavy breath,
spiraling into whirlpools of despair.
Also, happily lapping the sweet shore of remembrance,
of gratitude.
I dreamt of speaking
on a night where no silence was to be found.
On the belly of an ocean black,
I bobbed along afraid of the universe beneath me,
so real, hidden and unseen. So much a part of me.
I bobbed along afraid of the universe above,
endless and expanding, unveiling the secrets of me.
I bobbed alone in his majestic presence,
irrevocably being, wanting to just be.
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