Fluttering; a moth against a window,
wings beating faster than a heart,
hyperventilating for Truth, I lived.
No air, no peace, no answers –
a life ahead, a death behind,
seeking warmth beyond the glass.
Finally, the rays passed through,
and touched my restless skin.
Dear Lord - Sunshine flooded in!
Written
February 23, 2002
Moth Against a Window
