In the stillness near
In the quiet hours of the meadowing deer
In the mourning pain
In the dead of night
In the dawns first crowning and tremulous sight
In the hopes you've handled
In the truth you can't hold
In the courage of every story untold
In these passing seconds
In every here and now
In all these questioning memories of why and how
In the eldest of them
In the youngest of you
In the heart of each moment spent silent and true
In the coffee to stir
In the brewing of cups
In the lofty ambitions spent star gazing up
In the light of the son
In the shade of the moon
In the inevitably of all things too soon
In the echoing mind
In the shell of the self
In the prominent values set high on the shelf
In the breath of your speech
In the fog drawing near
In the timeless long hours which encompass the years
In the youth of your springtime, with your fate every stay
In the Spirit I find you and from joy never stray
This took hours for me. But the gist of it means, regardless of what we humans can see. The spirit is present, if you want him to be.
Secondary quest, the summation of JOY > HAPPINESS. Something I believe in just as I believe the sun will rise tomorrow.
So if I keep asking for it, he will lead you to me. Or the other way around.
To noone in particular. 5+ drafts. Just messing around with syllable counts and line format. #selfimposedrules
