In Solitude

All alone sitting on a chair; the room is dark;
Looking out the window; wet deck reflecting the vast gray sky; light rain from the sky falling; still and quiet inside.  I open the glass door ever so slightly- cold breeze brushes my cheeks.

And then a symphony of little beautiful sounds I hear - the wind howling, the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the wooden deck, and is that the chirping sound of a wet little robin I hear?

I close the door, sat on my chair, close my eyes, pray in this moment of complete silence; nothingness; but me;  and then You are with me; feel You; just the two of us; nothing else.

Love, peace, perfection, truth and oneness with You, for a fleeting moment.  Was it a minute or two or more?  I do not know.

All I know is You are true. 
In solitude,
 now,
in perpetuity,
 tomorrow.