Tranquil repose frames a captured breath shining down from God. There are no words to describe His art. It always leaves me seeking the silence between the breaths where possibility dwells. It always leaves me feeling more attuned to His presence all around me; a comforting assurance when the unknown of twilight takes command, when it seems like the right time to pray.
My restlessness tampers with my pursuit of holding the hand you can't see and i'm left wondering if tranquility is an illusion, or if it is truly possible to calm the hunger pains? Twilight seems like the temptress of destiny... rhapsodically alluring as it teases my senses.