Moments, Minutes, Hours Poem by Kasia Fedyk

In the moments, minutes, hours
when the soul is embraced by
the veil of illusion made of sadness and pain
no light can be felt
no light can be seen

In these times a miracle happens
every spark of light like a ballerina
dancing in the midst of thunder
sharing its beauty
~lightening
and with every sound
striking with force
giving more room to flow, to expand
creating this magnificent piece
of pure music

The soul in preparation
for the final dance
to the new notes
of brilliant light
the veil falls
and the soul once more
hears the music
ready to dance
to the most exquisite
sound.