Between the ticks and tocks of your kitchen clock,
Hidden and neatly tucked away,
Mostly invisible, nearly inaudible,
Found only by faith,
The now moment opens up a brand new day.
A near lifetime of chances,
To get here now and slip through that
Tiny doorway to a new spiritual way.
This door is more of a Light filled crack,
Shining from beyond linear time and space.
Really, the slightest of slivers,
This Light forever beckoning us,
Though sought mainly by the humble or the distraught.
Other’s heads filled to overflowing,
With past and future,
Impressions, beliefs, patterns, fears, hopes, wishes, dreams and regrets.
Too much density to allow in now’s steady stream of Divine Light.
For this reason alone,
They remain locked out.
Time to let go and let God’s Light in.
-by gilda patricia
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