Standing on a wall,
taking in the sound of nothingness,
tossed toward the ground,
and a whisper climbs toward the shadow myself has laid down.
I wonder if it is God who speaks to me in the silence of a breeze,
I wonder if it is God’s palm that steadies me.
I wonder at the unchanging rhythms of the sea.
I stand on the wall between yesterday and tomorrow,
starlight sparkles like small diamonds at dawn.
Moonlight shadows the forest like the soft footsteps of a fawn.
I look up into the expanse of the universe and search for God,
search for answers hidden within my heart.
Like an actress on a stage I ponder the meaning of my part.
I reach my arms across the earth,
and my spirit steps off the wall into tomorrow,
never far from shifting sands,
but also never out of reach of God’s protecting hands.
Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews