Something went out of the world I can’t replace. A smile, and a loving face. There’s never been another one like yours. To look out in a direction and realize there’s nothing reflecting back at me. It’s a feeling of being small and all alone. And somehow I got to pick up where I’ve been carrying. And feel what comes to me.

I’d listen to my heart, but I don’t know where it went. It’s like it left along with her. Even it didn’t want to stick around. And you call out to angels, but all you hear is silence. It’s moments like these you’re aware you’re all you have in the world. So, don’t do a thing, I hear me thinking. Don’t rush or pour yourself into anything. Turn the self-help gurus away. It’s all noise and chatter. Somebody’s selling something, their egos for a dollar. Times like these are made for quiet, you’ll do it your own way, and come out stronger. Sometimes angels have something more important to be doing. So that must mean you haven’t got it so bad. Certainly not as bad as others. I’m grateful to be here, sorry state as I am. My heart might be missing. But something in me keeps on beating.  

And a gentle hush comes over. You’re in the moment between beats, the silence between the chords. Where there is no movement. And that’s the place you feel the touch of God. Looking at the circle turn from somewhere deep inside it. The chair will swing back down, and you’ll be invited on the ferris wheel again. It’s your choice whether to ride it. There’s a sense of no judgment to be found. Just a hush and a whisper. God blowing through the trees. No thought of any other, so nothing to compare yourself to. You’re free. I love you gently. I love you strong. My very breathing is a gift I owe to you. Let me use it the best I know how. Without thinking, or remembering. Just by being still, and letting it come to me. You’ll take a little step when something in you guides you to take it. As silly as it is, all steps lead to something. No need to worry. Your foot will move when it wants to. You give it all up to God. There is rest for the weary. There is hope for the dreary. There is wind and great fury. Be happy you’re where there’s no sound. Somewhere outside the circle, where all is deafly quiet. It’s those moments you swear you get a peek at the workings of it. And you hear a little smiling whisper saying, “Don’t tell anyone I’m here, pulling the strings, they’ve all got big ideas of their own.” But you got to look in the center. Treasure it, and carry on. No pain will ever hurt quite so bad once you’ve learned the secret. You’re carried. Even when you feel all alone. ❤️