Curtains are pulled,
             Revealing an unknown room,
An adjacent world, somehow intangible to others.
Some trickery of My mind with its imaginary audience?
Perhaps;
              No, rather a window to My soul,
Incomprehensible but now Opened.
Never to be closed again.

That little particle which lets me See,
Invisible to my eye, yet known in my heart.
Stretches years to precious moments in my Now,
In His dusty, sunlight-streaming room,
Once hidden … Now exposed,
               every lit up speck floats towards my face … ready for contemplation.
Each one with a story to tell,
to know,
to enjoy,
to fulfill.

Now seeing turns to listening,
To silence; the sound of Your Love.
Absorbed,
                 I feel the warmth, the presence of I AM,
One with you for a fleeting but rememberable moment.
Let me sit awhile with You, inside this special room.
Together. Just You and Me.

Copyright 2013 Michael J. Cunningham