A still quiet place.
A place were there are no walls, but there are. A place were there are no floors, but there are. The place is black but not dark or evil – rather peaceful and kind.
In this place there’s a piano and I sit on the stool before it. My fingers move upon it and my whole body resounds gracefulness. I play in a way I’ve never before as my fingers know the keys so well.
I lift up my voice and sing, and I hear myself as God hears me. I sing from my inmost being and this is where I find rest.
In this place of continual worship – of continual love. In this place where all my hurts, pains, anger, worries of this world fade away with no stronghold over my shoulders.
An ultimate place of peace.