Holy Dance of Remembrance

As clear as a Sunday morning sunrise, without a cloud in the sky, that’s how I see you.

As light as a feather landing on a forest trail in the middle of an uninhabited place, that’s how I hear you.

As soft as a warm summer breeze softly embracing my body, that’s how I feel you

As close as a mother holding her newborn child on her chest, and as faithful as a father providing for his family, that’s how I know you.

I ask myself, how can I see, feel, and know these things?
And the answer is found in the silence, where all my questions dissolve. All that’s left is Silence, is You, is Me. 

Love.
Eternity appearing as this holy dance of remembrance.