the conversation

tonight, i prayed

my soul was that of a woman

lost.  unlonging.  unsearching.

like a dry, empty desert

deserted.

walking;  neither fast, neither slow

never seeing an end

not wanting to find an end

floating.

following... nothing.

unsure.  unsecure.

it was not light - nor dark

it just merely was.

but tonight i prayed

could it be a beginning?

or was it finally an end?

i only know

it was the best conversation ever.

in a long time.

with GOD.

080604