In a Dream
In a dream,
I crossed the line into the divine,
and I found that my mind
could not define
in word nor rhyme
the grace, the place,
the space sublime
in that dream.
I only recall that
the face that I saw
filled me with awe
in that dream.
Though I sensed I must leave,
the image perceived
leads me to believe
that some day, in some way
that dream will replay,
and in it I’ll stay.
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Yes the lure of the dream that seems to ever walk in our countenance . . . and when we are still sometimes we get a glimpse of the completion ~ the beauty ~ of going HOME! nice piece Nancy got my spirit to listen more deeply . . .