Silently... Stealthily...

Silently… stealthily…

checking each door,

Quiet Persistence.

A window ajar.

Creeping about

undetected,

helping itself to

the unprotected.

Insatiably greedy,

returning each night,

finding the window

a secret delight.

Many its prize

gone unheeded;

life rushing on

as if none were needed.

Suddenly panicking,

looking about,

suspicion arouses

a deafening shout.

“Our Oneness is missing!

Togetherness gone!”

An intricate search

of each corner begun.

The dearest of friends

gather near,

consoling, encouraging,

sharing each tear.

Prayers and petitions

each moment ascend,

thankful to God

for His outreaching hand.

Requesting His shield

of protection,

broken hearts longing

to be His reflection.

Silently… stealthily…

noiseless, it creeps,

returning, like always,

while everyone sleeps.

Strangely, the window

is tight.

Quiet Persistence

works on through the night.

Suddenly sensing

the presence of One,

Separateness sees

that its work here is done.

Silently… stealthily…

creeping away,

with hope to return

if they cease to pray.

~ae   03/05/2002

“Every good thing bestowed

and every perfect gift is from above,

coming down from the Father of Lights,

with Whom there is no variation

or shifting shadow.”

~James 1:17