Where No One Waits

I no longer want answers. I no longer want signs. only to walk to the end of this thought where maybe, someone, will light a candle. and if no one is there, I will sit there with all my thoughts and hold them in my arms, as a mother holds the child she can no longer save. because in the end the shadow of the One who thinks is not a punishment. it is a blessing for those who have never been welcomed at the table.