Alone in silence, he listens for this
loving, intelligent energy’s voice
we call honest thought. He listens, hears his
own silent voice request paths, selfless choice,
knows he can’t succeed alone due to fear.
He listens, senses light in the closed-room
dark, senses music in deep breathing’s clear
rhythm, senses reverie’s grace consume
this space, now blessed. Images appear: friends
and loved ones. He suddenly longs to hold
them all. Flesh burns. Tears and laughter contend.
Something within him rises, something bold,
faithful, kind and true. It’s time to act, pour
through life. He whispers thanks, opens the door.
Roger Armbrust
February 8,
2014
