The Birth of Hope

A photon wave, I lighten the broadest vista, not a nook that has ever contained me, unable to choose between two dark eyes my ripples enter both simultaneously striking but one heart, I'm free. One light is all that can exist and though I am but a fragment the chance of you not surfing my expanding disturbance of space-time is infinitesimally small. Let us rejoice then however many times our reflected waves may interfere and celebrate our massless voyage that always reaches outward, diffracted at times but determined. To stay the course our heart's desire, our memories will last as long as God still looks to future days, recognizing in our tiny spark, the birth of universes He has yet to dream. So, you and I live on in time, how could one dream forget another, what God has joined with, in His heart, cannot be torn asunder, for as He Is, I Am, and You Are - always mine. Brian Johnston May 28,2017