A Dream I Had
I wish I could share with you
the dream I had last night.
I awoke only halfway in the darkness.
Then I tried to write it all down but
was called quickly back to sleep by the One
who waits on that bridge to dream world.
Today I pray to let go of my need to remember
what I know were sacred words and images,
and to trust they are still lingering in me,
working their deep magic.
“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.”
This poem was written on February 10, 2022.
