Something More

Cradled here and not secure, but still, I wait in a quiet and peaceful place. It’s not I who get to choose, but others decide if I’m to join the human race. Inside this gentle place, I feel nice and warm; but time is passing on, and I sit alone. Clearly, there are those who know that I am here, and soon I expect to reach my new home. But sometimes, I feel that outside of this nesting place, there is much talk and confusion about me. I sense that I am the object of despair, such agonizing guilt, and shame; and it’s all because of me. Though no one has told me so, I feel there’s more than flesh and blood inside of me. I often hear “Something More” saying to me, “Fear not little one”. When I’m afraid, “Something More” soothes me. Then I fall asleep again, feeling sweet and free. I am sure that “Something More” truly loves me and is standing strong for me. I am also certain that “Something More” is near me, with me, and deep within me. Perhaps someday, I shall know and understand the reason for the tension outside of my quiet place. But until then, with “Something More” helping me, I can only hope that I shall not always feel alone; that I will be loved enough; and that I shall be assured a life, outside of my quiet place. But until the time has come for me to arrive at my new home, I am not certain if I will ever see or feel or touch “Something More” outside of my quiet place, or even if I shall join the human race. I wish that I could understand all the push and pull, the anxiety over me. But of this, I am sure and have no doubts: “Something More” is God, and whether in or outside of my quiet place, I shall someday meet “Something More” face to face. 09212007PoSoup;2nd Contest entry 10/06/18, HOW PRECIOUS LIFE IS, Sponsor, Line Gauthier. 1st Contest entry, Poem You Are Proud Of #2, sponsor, SKAT A