a child awakes

The past few weeks were a vague impression. While to humanity, all appeared good and steady, some things left unsaid have rocked the mind and mystified the heart.

I guess when all the basic needs of a person are satisfied, the deeper yearning and thirst for discernment of the unknown surfaces, and the call to find the meaning behind things emerges --- slowly and gently at first, and then suddenly barges through the door like a storm unleashed.

Things have been fortunate this past year. A whirlwind came and softly lifted the child from its sweet slumber. The child was swayed, woken up, and found out that everything in her sleep was real.

The realization that she could not keep him at bay, even though she lied, and she tried, and she cajoled herself to believe these things were easily just a fantasy being lived out. ‘We’re friends,’ was all she could think of, and he didn’t lead her to believe otherwise. She moved two steps forward, and then three steps back every time fate would have their paths cross.

She didn’t know where the path would take her.

And then she was there.
In that moment.
And she melted. Just melted.

And he.

He might never know what was found in that brief moment of an embrace.

He might never know that it was more than just that.

He might never know.

But, then again, he might.

Oh God, he might.

And I’m not sure how surreal it could get then.

And then, there could be silence.

Sweet, sad silence.