I heard a familiar sound this morning that woke me up and
told to live. It is a sound taken for
granted yet it resounds in every ear when heads are laid to rest. My heart... beat said Good Morning.
Great day salvation shouts from kicking off sheets from my
bed and shiver at the nights whispering cold linger in my room and all and all
around the house. I’m thinking, “day,
please don’t remind me of last night because today seems to have found delight
in my face, the sun shines deep into my eyes reflecting the soul I had
forgotten but regained in faith its resurrecting. It reflects my being beyond
the image mirrored by my shadow an presents in people’s lives. This morning, the universe has found me
worthy of this breath in my lungs, the exhalation casts out the sigh of guilt
and murmur that put me to bed last night.
The yearnings of resolutions, found in prayer are the morning’s theme to
ululate salvation to broken and torn hearts.
This thought has a thought within itself that needs expression given
when I have ceased to think. This
conversation between the two is long, I hear you, dear mind; feel bound by the
spirit impoverished exchange of futile words that have fertilized all the
actions that may spawn disaster upon a human’s life. A deep pound to flush out is the leap you
tell the heart to feel. Come alive, dear
mind, it is your time to do the thinking.”
That familiar sound now surges the entire, it now, resounds
the call of life through and for all mankind and it starts within. We seldom understand what “within” means when
the epiphany comes from an external factor which is supposed to be a catalyst
to the realization in self which makes finding the “within” the monumental
venture that we all ought to be enlightened about. In saying this, I realize
that the term “within” is a broad factor in the discovery of everything. Who we are and what we are, where we are from
and where we’re going, these all become relevant after what we consider is
within is known. The journey bleeds us
dry in visions and efforts that are not always triumphant, we substitute doubt
with persistence and we are still drained in the middle of it all, yet still,
the road remains open for us all to travel.
Somewhere there, turmoil runs its path in pot holes and death defining
curves but there still lies a solution within that road. We may not see it there and then in the
experience and in the midst of it all, we are quieted and that is when and how,
we can hear within.