In search of peace; can find none.
Existence is bare of everything, only consciousness within the night.
The silence unveils an enormous resting hand.
Only the hand, the huge unknown Being is lost to shadow.
Calmly, patiently, lying there open with the palm turned upward,
Beckoning, come.

Exhausted, lost, in want of rest.
Choosing to accept opportunity, approaching loving presence.
Within the folds, a step found to climb upward.
Finally......... a safe place to rest.
Curling up in the loving palm as a babe in its mother’s womb,
It is here one can know peace and begin to heal.