A glimpse of peace
No sound,
But the whispering of heart beats,
Slowing to the Rhythm of the night.
Heavy weight lifted from closed eyes,
Eye lids gently touching.
Slipping slowly through the levels…
Floating gently,
As a baby in a dream.
Slipping down,
Waves of oblivion increasing in silence,
Slipping there…
Feeling Gods soft sweet breath on soothed skin-
Slipping down…
No one can find you here.
A beautiful smile – no frown,
Lips that whisper only good.
-Will soon be back to be confronted by my life-
It’s just a glimpse of perfect peace,
A gift from God.
© HEATHER GRAY 1998