It was a yawning, a yearning that had settled dearly, deeply in the quiet side of wondering, that played a softer, sadder melody that I couldn’t sleep away. The minor chords were haunting in their paradoxical dark droning. The unsettling symphony was light and dark, night and day.
Was I too much? Was I too little? Did I give up or give myself too freely? Would I never find the parts I need, never to be back where I should be? Would I be wandering, hopelessly dancing through hallways that shouldn’t be in the dreams that I couldn’t dream away?
Holding to my heart, I couldn’t help but fight. So with a soldier’s soul I surrendered and stood my ground. I won the world and wandered it. I heard heaven and touched wood smooth as stone. Once the sunset spread a path of light across the water for me to walk upon. When I stepped out I was golden, truly blessed. Then it was gone. I was lost again.
I couldn’t hold my own hand.
Then a friend said something that made sense, that defined me.
Suddenly, I remember what I forgot.
God is in his heaven and angels really are everywhere.
I am here.
Angels really are everywhere.
−me strauss Letting me be