Like a sharp bolt of lightning streaks across the dark sky

Followed by thunder that shakes the ground beneath your feet,

I step outside the back door searching for quiet moments alone,

A crescent moon set high above

Numberless stars sprinkled thickly from horizon to horizon;

Thoughts of being alone vanish

Swallowed by the physical presence of such greatness.

"Who I am, what I was and what I can ever be";

All lost completely

In the wonder of standing silent

And just looking at last with an empty heart and with a numbing vacuum

My soul that yearns, longs and begs for a little more

That must be there!

Then, in a moment as a small child once more

I even kneel and gaze as far as I can

I lift a prayer to God somehow who must hear

And groan from within the emptiness I know -

"Dear God, I do believe."  

"Show Yourself to me."

And tears form, deep breaths of night air taken;

And I begin to feel truly free at last,

Something stirs within

A difference that remains,

A difference that I know will grow!

   "The Kingdom of Heaven is like a treasure hidden in a field.

When a man found it, in his joy went and sold everything he had,

and bought it." Mathew 13:44-46