Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit

 Have you ever felt some thing was there?
A thing invisible - a breath - a thought?
So close that you could feel it through the air?
So close, you knew at once that you were caught,
Stripped of your urgent business, just to stare
Into the mist, not knowing what you sought... 

You’ve probably forgotten how aware
You were that moment, briefly to recall
How, when you were a boy, you used to hear
A message in the stillness of the small – 

Each morning, as the sun rose, you would rise,
And kneel upon the weathered wooden floor,
And wait – and listen – beauty in your eyes,
The towering purple clouds aflame with awe... 

Now all our thoughts are bent on truth and lies,
And how each fleeting sunrise fled before...... 

But did you feel that Something re-awaken?
Did that music lift you once again?
Like the wind resurging through the archways,
Clearing out the age from minds of men? 

Or did you stand, uncertain, hesitating,
Timid flames against the ashen-grey,
Fearful that the warmth was dissipating,
Like a dream dissolving into day... 

Perhaps there is a greater warmth awaiting,
True sunlight, unshadowed, here to stay......