Time awaits our hearts
In yearning, we meet again
Never knowing if the gift we seek was sought from within or without
When our hearts and minds see, hear, feel amidst this yearning
It becomes a mass of confusion appearing as we are utterly lost
Forever, it would seem
Then out of this deep pain, suffering, incurable invisibility
Emerges perfect clarity
A peace of warriors who know unconditionally without qualms
The loss was revelation overtime
Into our hearts and minds
It wasn’t there, never there
Into the mists of blurred lines, foggy wisps washing over rosy tipped mountains rushing behind cascading waterfalls of a grotto
We hear whispers of a truth not dependent upon ourselves or others
It is a cure without
A visibility without
Answers without
It is Faith Abundantly bound to Grace