An Epilogue to The Past Several Years Pains; a Prayer more Hopeful, in that I desire to Be.

I lay here, waiting for sleep.

To replenish, much needed energy.

And quite unlike the last several years pleas, for the Earth to receive me, to hasten my travels beyond mortals hell (earth).

I sense God/Source/Love and Light (all names suffice, for what is in a name, but the very Essence that actually defines it?) ask me,

“What do you hope from me?” Something, I feel asked often of “Him”.

To which my soul replies,

“I want You to hold me, but don’t take me.”