He stands on the brink of eternity

Much older and still with that sense of being alone

Numbness of will a constant veil that covers;

Truly untouched by the mystery of real life

Though for years artistry flared with an inner strength

Creative strides and prosperous bursts loosened the grip at times,

But have since faded;

Now, one last time in the stretch of this dark night sky

The stars draw him close again

Such depth in distance

Breadth of imagination in awe

Specks of light beyond all human understanding

The wonder of their contrasts in patterns,

Certainly science but a cloak of pride.

For a youthful moment the heart yearns

An old longing to truly know wraps about

And words in a new whisper come from the mouth-

“Lord of Creation, reveal Yourself to me!”

Eyes close

All is quiet

And then, powerful new light suddenly begins to surge forth

Creative beauty, colors of a new day slowly paint across the distant horizon

He senses the new day calling out to him

And hope is grasped at another time,

With a humble artist again on his knees

He reaches out one last time for Heaven,

Strangely huge clouds can be seen in shapes of fierce warrior angels

His mouth is wide open as are the eyes,

And he is drawn now to simply believe,

Almost as that small child remembered from so many years past

He is at last drawn near to believe in Him,

And to receive from far above.