Perception

 Waters are moving, clouds moving

Things move

Rarely, things stay still

Or maybe, stillness an illusion

 

"Paolo"

 I was awakened from night's sleep at 8:52am, Monday, January 27 by a voice that said "Paolo," my name in Italian.  The voice was in my head, but for a split-second I thought it was external.  Also, I thought of my Dad, who called me by this name sometimes as I grew up.  Usually I was called 'Paul.'  The voice was soft and sweet, yet powerful.  I believe it was the voice of Jesus Christ, who knows me from the inside-out.  Hearing my name in slumber in that voice instantly startled me; I was amazed.  I was happy.  I looked at the clock, 8:52.  It's time to get up.  We have time to serve God.