WHEN MY WORLD WENT STILL

No, I cannot recall the time when it occurred; however, I remember the feel ... the wonder ... the newness ... the question and why of it.  

At first, I murmured:  

Illness?  

Oncoming Death?  

Insanity? 

Divine Abandonment?

No, not any of those darkened elements rudely striking the soul.

This was a gift of silence of heart: 

this is the Christ, living within. 

Suffering brought it for 

Suffering bought it.

His Cross, carried and coveted

created the patina over which

coated my spirit and changed it.

Flint golden light upon Him,

dazzling all who see; but

for me,

then wearied and so pained, 

now by Him rest,

as Nature in winter be.