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.
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