In the utter darkness of my heart lies a stillness, obtrusive and heavy. A stillness uncontrollable and restless; wrestling with wishes and dreams of something beyond the reach of the feeble fathoms of my fickle mind. I feel its chill in the early hours of sleepless nights, where dreams are reduced to dreams, wishful thoughts and fading imaginings.

It whispers of a distant and bitter past where failure is a rock upon which shards of my shattered ambitions lie scattered like pieces of fine china, like wisps of mist slipping through the fingers of the rising sun.

What wouldn’t I give see Love with the naked eye, to touch Love with bare my hands and for Love to tell me and show me how to love without fear, hesitation and insecurity even in the coldest moments, when the sun lays aside its garments (of light) and dons darkness in grief, when nightingales refuse to sing their sweet melody and roses withhold their fragrance

Oh Love, that I may rejoice and find joy in the day I was born so I may cause no more pain, that I may have the heart and courage to pick up the pieces and face tomorrow bravely with no regrets or shame when I look back, for the past doesn’t shape my destiny nor does the present determine my future in spite of all that I hear and see in still of the night when all is dark and it seems I’m all alone. Oh Love, that I may glory in your promises for your Word is Truth.