The Dream
Was it true?
The dream.
The warmth of heaven
Surrounding my soul.
Sorrows peacefully at bay,
Never thrusting their terror
Upon the pure feet of the uncorrupted.
Misty nights,
Foggy days,
His allaying eyes
Bringing the need,
The trust,
The love.
Is he there?
Waiting in the shadows,
Arms open wide,
Ready to lead the poor-hearted.
So many mistakes needing to be healed.
His only presence shines pure light
And all is done.
His heart whole.
Her heart mended.
Arms intertwined.
Each together,
Wholly One.