From a distant land

A place of solitude. A distant place. Far away. Too far for my creator and I. The distance couldn’t be barred.

Have you ever felt so alone in your house, in the store (where there are crowds of people) or maybe just inside of yourself? What do you hear? Have you ever even leaned in? Have you had that holy curiosity inside of yourself to lean in- it is that very still small light inside, even a voice- speaking. Really, it is loud, there are thunders raging inside, and this isn’t noticed until you leaned in, until you have heard. The gentle voice of someone.

Who?

Who speaks?

If you are bold, “whose there?”

From far away to here, close by, he, he has never left my side.

I can hear.

I am listening.