Time stops, but continues to roll on; colors are brighter and invade the empty space in my mind, and gaps are filled with things that are solidified in nature alone.
At twilight the air is light and the only fear that stands between me and God is my own inadequacy. Of course, the creatures of night are boasting their freedoms and flaunting their wings with an insouciance that seems to scream beyond human awareness. Calming, peaceful, yet full of eventful happenings the back porch lent itself to the imagination of an unwinding soul that flitted and flaunted her sprit in uncanny directions. With eager chords and trembling hands my heart redemptive in spite of anxieties laced its energy in the melody of her wood. A tree is an exemplary character; honorable, timeless and deeper than the soil. Where does a maker find her resting place and what canal of earth will host her roots? Vibrations aroused my wounds and soothed a fading scar worn of worry, pride and selfishness.
Losing one's self in a moment, a place or a time can be self-preserving in an anguishing sort of way. Whether the music stops or my fingers won't work the song continues to flesh out the innermost emotions of my soul creating an avenue of communion between me and the one called Holy. Time stops, but continues to roll on; colors are brighter and invade the empty space in my mind, and gaps are filled with things that are solidified in nature alone.
Worshiping the Creator, who calls out to me just feels right; she is my song.
