The ringing grew loud, to the point i could no longer ignore it. something what wouldn’t even be drowned out in the greatest of distractions, not the sound of rain, the annoyance of tv or even the use of headphones could drown this ringing. what was once only noticeable when i tried to listen for it, now penetrates my every nerve. and i fear for my sanity.
i count myself as lost among the graves. circling the grounds, dancing around in fear, fear that i try to convince myself is not me.
i wonder who knows me, i wonder who i know. i wonder where You are, and if i’ve ever really met You. You claim to know me, You claim to see me, You claim to understand me. and i know nothing of You.
and fear grows, like the shadows that grow with the setting of the sun. and i am terrified, i’ve never known You, when i so badly wish to.
and yet, when the shadows seem to cover the entire world, when the ringing grows loudest, when the temperature seems coldest; the sun rises again, silencing my fear, and noise is replaced by hope.
You have always been there, and even though i know You less than You know me, i know You, nonetheless.
and i feel You whisper in the sun’s light
embrace me and warm me to the bone.
and i know You are simply You, and You are warmth
You are comfort.
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