Thursday, July 22, 2010
Mystery Morning (fiction) and a Poem, Not Alone
Now, how did I wake up here, when I don't even know where here is?
It's a beautiful place with fine morning light and maybe beautiful views, but where am I? I must have slept well: the bed shows that...covers and pillow messed just enough. It's a bed for two, but I slept alone (I hope). Hmm...must try to remember, before anyone finds out that I'm awake. I have the strangest feeling that I've never been here before, but that I'm home.
Did I come here drunk? No, that's not possible, because I don't drink.
Was I sick? But I don't feel sick.
Do I have amnesia? Well, maybe. If so, I don't want to admit it. I'll just clean up and get dressed (I see some of my clothes in the closet) and then open that door and see where it leads.
When I wake, I'm not alone.
God is here inside of me.
He has made my heart his home
And his Spirit lives in me.
Closer than a telephone
Or the people that I'll see,
He is here. He's made a home,
By his grace, inside of me.
There's no merit of my own
That can claim this mystery.
It's his choice, his choice alone
That has placed him now in me.
With thanks to Magpie Tales for the photo-prompt. For other takes on the same prompt, follow the link.