Always present, always cruel bench of critics within my mind.
Let me worry when you are gone, I haven't you long,
My soul and intellect are at ease when you speak to me.
As much as I fret inwardly over this and that- the most trivial of things!- I am suprised to find that speaking with you was the most satisfying non-spiritual act I may do. The past doesn't haunt me when you are there, it integrates itself with the present beautifully and calmly. Is that what you spoke of, a year's time ago? Did I ever bless you with peace- as deep as one may have from a simple human? You said I drove away your dark side, that evil part of you and of me that-
Let me not speak of it. For I have peace, lingering on- and I can say, in
truth, that it is not arousing within me the insecurities and questions that surround you. I forgive you. I forgive myself. I have forgotten the bad both of us have inflicted upon each other- me, often purposefully, and you, mayhap, the same- and I am utterly enraptured and satisfied in such a basic act as speaking. Once again, and forevermore, thank you.
But above all, thank you, Lord...