“Shall we be together later?”

Came the question.

From the face written with sincerity,

And hope and a hint of desperation for a certain answer.

 

Yes, we will.

For sure, we will.

Came my reply.

Deliberate, and slow, from that deepest place.

My soul with surety.

 

“But how can you be sure?” “”

One more qualifying question for the answer,

Laden with Peace.

 

With no further explanation offered.

I replied.

“I AM, I AM.”