House of the Unseen

Running from the night, I seek the path that leads to the embrace of light. Yesterday sometimes leaves its trace, Remnants of its turbulent journey in place. Looking into the mirror of hope, I learn to walk along a tightrope. I am a house of the unseen, A canvas for an enigma's screen. I wake up feeling a weight on me, My feet at the edge of the day's sea. I hear a voice that says I am His child, A voice, gentle and mild. I hear songs from the ends of the earth, Like a gathering of people in a moment of mirth. The day doesn’t end when we leave its embrace, But with the cosmos creating a new space. December 25, 2024.