Monday, January 24, 2011

Revealed

The future stretches before me; behind, my shadow past.

There I'm standing on an edge between my twins, living between the slurs, sleeves, and crevices of my silhouette. A familiar, mysterious fellow.

Casting his arms out to the sky, hauling in the fresh sonlight, he whispers.

"Abba, reveal me! Tell me who I am!"