Searching

Searching In the night when one’s chest is cold and tight is there a Creator, an architect of kindness somewhere scattered in the universal starlight for mankind’s goodness is as scarce as gold dust and this Divine light sought as needed and blessed seems a mystery sporadically warm and generous even through cold fear when we breathe deeply we whisper for the Divine with a heart then warms and there is a feeling that something is near we know not from where this warmth comes in our wishes, in our dreams or in a well designed mind to comfort one so we can continue a bit longer and survive we listen in hope for a Force which more than gazes at all the suffering of beings through eternity but bestows in splendor the spirit of life and gives the necessity and freedom of death gently