Sunday Love

The dust has settled from a night of contemplation
and your reactions are filtered by the sensation of a hope
that you won't be overtaken by the stresses of this life.

You wonder, though, if you will have to intercept the glimpse of another reality
to make what you feel seem more accurate or more relevant or just simply
make more sense.

When you sit back and close your eyes
your mind pulls you into places where light is not just bright, but filling;
with a density that allows you to stick your hand in the center of it, hold onto it
and take some of it with you.

It feels thick. It feels soft.
It is not a scorching physical flame but can set your heart on fire
while cooling all anxiety;

a fire that consumes only fear, doubt, troubles and worries
yet renews, transforms, comforts and elevates.

Saturday's idle rants of a struggling journey are silenced
by a Sunday love that is a compass of unyielding grace..

Your only requirement is to let this day take you where it may.



Written by: T. L. Aldridge, C. 2010