This empty house is made full by friends unseen. The veiled, who have found their own clever devices of correspondence. I beg, do not be alarmed at the drifting whispers through the halls and corridors. You may also notice the sensation of delicate fingers tracing your spine as you turn away in your bed. Deep creaks and groans are known to be frequently heard beneath floors and behind doors. The steady pace of shallow breaths drift from darkened corners finding rest in the ears of beloved guests. It should be stressed that although these companions have the tendency to disconcert, they mean you no harm. No harm, to you who stay and play.

It is quite a sobering thought, calculating ones life. The knowledge that if all goes to plan you only have fifty, maybe sixty years left on this earth. I know that contemplating your mortality can be frightening, maybe paralyzing. This glimmer of a life comes and goes like a faint breath compared to the vast history of the universe. Sometimes it's easier to push this fact far to the back of your mind. Distracting is an efficient way to deal with fear. I have come to find a sweetness in staring your inevitable death in the face. Life is precious because it is limited. It is beautiful because it is finite. I remind myself that time is fleeting and it frees me from the burden of the trivial. It helps me focus on the beautiful tiny moments in time. I greedily want to hoard all time with my best friend, my wife. When my infant son wakes me up in the night, I remind myself that in a blink he will be a little boy, in another a young man. I realize the ever smaller number of years I have until all my children are in school and they no longer have time for their daddy. Keeping perspective is a battle. I prefer to remind myself of my lessoning time, keeping my focus on what truly matters. Money, a career, material things, all gone in an instant. People are the greatest possible investment. Love is the best thing you can leave in this world. It is the only thing that has a hope to last.

Dream Journey

In the night, in my dreams fly far away. Journeying through mountain passes thick with forest and fog. Streams that sing and lakes so still they mirror perfectly the stars above. I walk in distance and I move in time. Passing through to the days where the land was wild and men were free. An age where the earth was still had the faintest glimmer of it's former purity. The unknown fills my heart with the perfect union of fear and wonder. My soul is parched with a thirst for emprise that can not be quenched.

Meaning

I long for meaning. To take time, seeing the weight of the moments I am in. To remove the haze of aberration from the clarity of my present. I ache for meaning, in every breath, in every heartbeat. Let my soul delight in every sunrise, each child's laugh, every raindrop, each kiss. Give me mercy for the days of weakness, when I stray from purpose. Grant strength to correct from drifting into mundane distractions. I thirst for meaning and I have found it in You. In this, finding awareness that it does not come apart from You, my Creator.