On Passing

Something passed through me last night. 

I couldn’t sleep. 

And when it felt like I was, 

asleep,

it came.

In a rush,

like a wave,

that did not cover me,

nor smother me.

It passed through me.

Good or evil?

The answer spoke in silent darkness:

good comes in confidence,

sheds no doubt,

removes fear.

Then came my son, 

flying on tears,

crying,

“I’m scared.”

He lay next to me.

I held him, 

smelled his hair,

whispered “there there.

Everything will be all right.

It’s gone now.”

See, it only passed through me,

last night.