“Grace” – from Peripheral Prose”

Deep in the night, while most men are at rest,
I sense you working through me all this magic, and I call this GRACE. 
I’m caught up in this moment
What am I missing?
 
I question because I must.
Because I’ve been here before.
Many times in fact. 
Wide awake and in my dreams.
And in this moment my heart breaks, as the weight of the world lands firmly on my chest.
In this light, it’s clear that I am you, and you are me, and that together, we are ALL.
My shadow in the light, that sound in the dark, my Self tuned up tonight. 
 
You’ll often find me alone. 
Staring off into the distance even.
Worry not, I’m still chasing down these mysteries, and contemplating deeply.
So please leave me be. 
I’m not lost, I’m still finding my way.