Something for me

barely visible to the naked eye
sits something for me
through my fog and roiling seas
mountains and valleys
shouts and moaning
pins and needles
sits something for me
I can feel it
something great
not through touch
tingling sensations
rushes of wind
nor sixth senses
but, something sits for me
I believe it
within reach, sits something for me
though i can't quite reach it
the mire pulls me back and down
the wind blows me off course
though crushed by the weight of life
I rest assured

Knowing
over there, just beyond my reach
glowing in the darkness
peace and warmth
awaiting my arrival
waiting to embrace me
comfort me
hold me
provide peace, sweet relief,
and at last rest
Just beyond Me
Sits God waiting for Me.