Fresh brightly laid crystals of ice

stretching for miles in each direction

Confusion is everywhere I turn,

for this beauty rises and I am caught in between

The moon’s light is reflecting and rebounding off

 what looks like an endless sea of jewels

Something in the still air looks so warm

Cold nights I remember but this

is no memory of mine

Never have I seen black look so light

Never have I felt my insides swell

and my thoughts so chaotic

What is it? What is it I ask?

Why does my heart feel so foreign

Almost like it is not my own

Where are my footprints?

I feel as though I’ve walked for hours

These words,

Someone put these words on this slim page

What is it about this book?

Why is it when I’m close to the answer

thoughts come and steal the fruit from

which was being grown?

Is it I that is so hungry?

Fresh brightly laid crystals of ice

stretching for miles in each direction

Confusion is everywhere I turn,

for this beauty rises and I am caught in between

The moon’s light is reflecting and rebounding off

what looks like an endless sea of jewels

My heart is throbbing for in these words

I see him; My Father