His footfalls pounded in a rush of fear

Sending frenzied clouds of dust up in the stale dead air

He fights his way away from what threatens to suffocate

Killing that part of him he's hung onto

With tired and bleeding hands

Breaking out of the prison of invisible bars

He gulps in the night air filled with promise but mixed with the fallen

tears streaming down his face

He continues to run towards the light

Scared to blink that it might disappear he presses on

Despite the yelling and catcalls

He suddenly breaks into the circle of light; he stops

It's as if a hush has fallen upon the world

A single note calls out in a purity that hits his very heart

He answers back walking deeper into the light

He disappears as he is immersed in what he has known all along

The melodic and harmonic, minors and accidentals

Blending into a masterpiece of the Divine.

The mournful wail of the one left in the dirty corridor

Sounds in the discordant way of despondency and despair

Choosing not to leave

The familiarity of this broken lost way.


Sept 23/10
Hey Jesus... I love it when You help me really listen.  I want to say with every fibre of my being... thank You.