i write because...

i can't sit still. and if minds aren't emptied i fear they will pull us back down into earth and away from Heavenly Realms. to be alone is to be alone in a feeling. not solitude from the physical company that we are met with day to day. but of another kind. we are like islands. far and away. surrounded by great seas whose tides swell. whose seasons shift in the quiet moments. the minutes. i may away go. yet i shall wait in tall fields of wheat under the light of moons and stars and planets. if you wish to find me, i will not hide from you. always close and within reach. i settle into comfort but learning beyond that, to settle into unknowns. sometimes the 1,000 pieces of puzzle we seek to complete are the ones that are ours. these are more simple than they appear.