In the darkness of the womb we live in isolation, unaware of the world that awaits us
Shifting but never growing
Seeking but never grasping
Surviving but never glorifying
We choke on our own breath, clawing, wrenching for anything in our reach, aching to fill this pit of darkness
Neverending yearning and dispair, we take solace in the shadows that hide our pain
We escape to alternate realities, but this isolation is a void that cant be filled
Longing for more, always more, always more
If only to look up from this game we play, these illusions we create
Staring into the horizon we feel the love that gazes back at us in awe and wonder
What is the place of such grace?
Our tears, His tears
Our hope, His hope
Our love, His love
Resting under the embrace of the affectionate stars, our souls are a mirror to one who holds us
A love woven into every fiber of the universe, permeating every essence of our being
In His inescapable presence are free,
Free to be the wind in the trees that touches everything, the ray of light that travels infinitely in the darkness and never dies
I hear you whisper through the echoes of a melody I used to know
Child don’t you know? This love awaits you. This love lives in you.
