God Haunted

To know

But not experience

To ask

But not receive

To knock

But the door remains closed

Then in that space

that space between waking and sleep

A song arises

Silent yet sung

Felt

But not heard

Verses, choruses, melodies

Praise and thanksgiving

Unknown

New and yet familiar

Now just a whisper

Now gone.

Unremembered.

Yet somehow more real

than the daily darkness

that surrounds.