Midnight Carousel

When night falls, several things happen. Almost routinely, every time. When all things fades to almost silence, I stand alone, before him, making the same prayers. Sometimes, I am unsure of these prayers, that I might not be worthy of them. Yet, there is simply so much at stake. A mélange of desperation and hopelessness. The same cycle, over and over. A time will come when all this will end, soon and very soon. Till then, the carousel continues, as I seek and learn.

As the melancholy overture plays in my mind, my heart is filled with an unspeakable longing. A longing for something more. More than all this.

Ardent longings...

so much more to be done.