The sparrow has landed on my shoulder and begun whispering in my ear. I see colours and filmscapes and grope the air like a zombie as a chasm opens up beside me, waiting.

How do you judge a right thing? Let Another judge. Let Another guide you. I am somehow suspended on thin sheets of paper. Breathing softly. Whispering back, slowly at first. Whispering verses. Song-speech. Pouring out light and smiling maniacally.

Please meet me deep inside myself. We’ll get a fire going. I’ll spew out my heart upon the flame. We’ll talk until dawn creeps over the moistened hills. Golden egg glow melting us into itself. We are both mingled in the same web, really. Think about how we climb. I glance across at you to see your progress and I wonder at myself for thinking everything’s so hard.

Getting hypothetical with you in the doorway. I’m inadvertantly bringing the possibilities of houses overlooking beauteous scenery to your attention. I’m pointing at rays of light sparkling through blowing curtains and cool autumn breezes. There is a path that will bring us here. It exists indifferent. It’s narrow and dim. The starting point is arriving. Make a move.

Is it wrong to hope, to desire? Never. But our ultimate desire must be that of the Creator’s will. What purpose does mind-numbing verse serve? Shall we vacate our emotions? Shall we turn in our criminal hearts? Let us be heartless and full, wise, brimming. Grinning in ecstacy, bound in heaven. Hands clasped on moonless nights, deep in cradle beds, hushed in His presence.

Oh God, speak wisdom, truth, and life into me. There is nothing wrong with the unlikely. There is nothing impossible. There is hope in all thoughts. Hearts do not always ignite in vain. We cannot tell the future. We can only let go of the past.