sometimes,

the world slows down. streams of light find their sources and mumbling becomes words able to be comprehended. in those rare moments of concentrated clarity, i can think. my mistakes and memories are lined up endlessly in front of me, like soldiers in neat rows. beyond them, i can see an endless horizon, so vast that my breath is taken away before i can even breathe in. as i start to fall, hands reach out and protect me. a warm, golden glow fills my empty heart with the touch. love, patience, understanding, wisdom. my Creator completes me, and He has never once left my side. the breathe returns to my lungs and the world speeds up again. time goes back to its shifting pattern, but i know that He is still with me. and there is no need to worry.