The Persistant Insomniac

Late at night

her eyes are wide open

as two full moons

beaming out in the dark.

Inside fires burn

flames flicker and refuse

the stillness of sleep.

 

She gets up

grabs her book

a sweater

a snack

and keeps a late night kitchen vigil

with insomnia…

–this date with quiet–

delicious silent solitude.

 

She feeds her soul

with bread and words,

then rubs her fingers together,

lights the surrounding gloom with sparks

and writes fire!

Velvet Flame

Holy Spirit​,
You are like a velvet flame
enveloping me in Your warmth,
surrounding me with Your light
till even my insides glow
and the beating of my heart
is a pulsating brightness
emitting Your love.

Without You—
a burnt wick
a cracked and snappable thread
a lack of light
an emptiness.

Holy Spirit,
remember those days
almost 12 years ago now
when I was so excited 
to receive You for the first time?

When I imagined You coming to 
take up residence in me
the way a cat curls up cosy
on her master’s lap,
bringing warmth and comfort?

Thank You for being with me
guiding me
inspiring me
helping me
my true muse and soul’s friend.

May I always speak Your words
spread Your love
shed Your light
and bring the twinkle of Your beauty
into the world.

  

(Image from watch and pray blog)