INTO BELIEVING

Like a whisper in the noise

like the winds push sunlight

through the leaves.

Sifting dust through the lanes,

parched hope flickers.

I was looking for you,

you found me.

I finally drank pain and learned to breathe,

did you know you'd leave already?

There is no end, no beginning

seasons and age come with no inheritance,

only sprinkled visions of mortal needs.

I am on my way to believing,

there is life after death, after You. Me. Us. All.

And that's all I need to know.

Just reinstating, in case you 
ever read my words carefully.

We kill time, as time kills us.

But we're never there, yet never too far.