August 24, 2010

I WISH today that I could reach through the curtain of yesterday and pull it inside out. Then I might stand within an old familiar moment and taste the fragrance of long ago when flowers danced in the wind and the heavens surrounded me with joy. Often I feel as though my feet are standing in long ago times of carefree journeys where paths through unfamiliar woods would lure me into secret discoveries. When feeling this overpowering emotion, I can not breathe. Today is here and now. Yet, I lack desire to dwell in the dreary now! These days are often marred by loneliness and sorrows and heaviness and of trudging onward without a view from above. I see only the long and endless road. The dark and endless path with a small wisp of light at the tunnels end that beckons my heart to hope. "Be still my soul", is a whisper in my mind. Yet in the quiet evening reflection a heaviness surrounds me and the weariness of the days begins to envelope my senses like scenes in a haunted dream.