There is a quiet place, carved in neither space nor time, where two worlds meet and two beings linger. Two diametrically opposed persons, one is love and the other selfish. Yet in this quiet place, there is perfect comfort and complete acceptance.
I seem to know of this quiet place as prayer. As if encircled by a wall of light, this personal meeting with a very special Being is where I feel the safest, more at home than any house, warmer than any embrace, more secure than any guard.
My heart may wander to seek many things, carried away in excitement over the pursuit of dreams. But at the end of the day, I return to this quiet place and I am at home.
