When the sedentary moments become sacred, it is the whisper of the divine beckoning you to the stillness in the midst of the chaos swirling about in the mire of your circumstances.

Seeming to arrive out of happenstance— or perhaps a spiritual collision of forces seeking to devour the peaceful abode where the glow of your ethereal light emanates.

Never ceasing in the attempt of dimming the light within, but ignorant to the reality of the mark of the chosen and the seal of the elect that rests upon you by divine providence.