in solitude I come to know myself –
chatter of others stripped away, me stripped
of creature comforts, a creature without
a haven, thoughts bang & jangle
in a brain that has gone insane –
quiet, dark, moving toward white light
at soul’s center, filling a gaping hole
where God may dwell – not in clouds
above, or shining seas, or purple mountain
peaks, but inside of me, somewhere
beneath the scared exterior
& material world
(Photo by Rostyslav Savchyn on Unsplash)
