Attentive gaze at nothing, clarity in the stillness. A hand rests on my shoulder. Then a love overpouring, a flood of white waves breaking at the shores of my mind, seeping into the cracks, trickling beneath the folds of self-protection.
Continuous waves, making their way through the tunnels of closed memories, sufficient for the infinite void, a god-sized hole, whisking away whirling, competing thoughts trying to secure the throne, remember the things we brought to the altar? Disintegration. A rogue direction.
But now an iridescent glow, a bespectacled flow. The water is changing. It’s really, really changing. Crystals and stuff. Cause He said “I’m fun.”
Who am I that the Lord should be mindful of me?
Who am I that I get to be secure in his keep?
Back to the waves, the crystals evade, consciousness fades.
