Poem 113: A word to Realign the Movements in a Sentence of Love From a Bigger Being

I sat there, just thinking of my own shortcomings

Not wanting to be stirred by the desire to fly or sing

but desiring above all, the pity in which I laid my heart 

to mourn the lonely tears of being a broken being.

In the silence I pondered the reason behind the tears of mourning 

and found a stillness where no person seemed to dwell

But, in the absence of life there was one still breath.

It stood beyond the pools of sunlight that dripped with new dew of the morning.

As I approached it, the world transformed around me 

as if a new day had alighted upon me in the middle of a time so full of distress.

Then, in the silence there wasn't silence any longer.  

The sounds slowly became unbearable, 

much like the constant ticking of a grandfather clock in an empty house.  

The steady, rhythmic pattern overwhelmed my soul 

until my ears burst to shards that kill from the quiet noise, 

loud amongst the silence.

I sat in such a state: 

Eardrums beating hard against the emptiness.

Their steady soundings hard and fast and predictable in an unusually unnoticeable way.

And then the drumming broke as bread is broken in communion: soft and inaudibly.

And the flowing of a refreshing stream calmed the stiffness of the peace, and gentled the rhythm of the sunshine dancing upon reflections in the lake of time.

It was these words that brought rest to the frigged bones that watched the world change in mind.

"You aren't meant to bare alone."

and then the silence returned, as if a wind had simply blown by.