John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

To hide from this brutal
world, I jam myself
into the corner of the room
where the two sturdy walls
meet, promising reliable
shelter while storms continue
to rage without and within.
Farther and farther into the corner
I am smashed, becoming smaller
but more real – dense – strong
as the walls themselves. Stronger:
A black hole, infinitely condensed.
Here I sit waiting, forgetting
to breathe for millennia, anticipating
the much-desired explosion birthing
brilliant new worlds, billions
of whole babies nursing on love, proving
that Love is stronger than death.