Alte Bibel

Today a young resident drew near, not knowing where or whence. The world hurts as daylight, he pondered, longing for dark and chill. For silence and loneliness. For security and sense of self. Oh, he thought, simply to exhale, to let my head hang heavy, to let my thoughts fly. Simply to relax, to breathe out and in and fill my lungs. Whew. No task, no duty, no ability, no hunting demons, no wishes for tomorrow. Only to be.

Then he discovered a yard, full of peace. A place, full of quiet. A space, full of yesterday. If he was a believer he would think a God had heard him. He reads the writing, “Old Bible,” sits down, breathes freely.