Within the dream I am struggling
In cold, viscous water, deep and dark.
No rescue evident as I fight
Simply to keep my head afloat.
Creatures lacking clear form,
Surround me, touch me, pull me --
Threatening to carry me below.
My cries … unanswered …
My pleas … unheard …
In desperation I lift my voice
One last time,
“God, do not forsake me!”
Suddenly I am lifted,
Weightless,
Floating,
Flying,
Soaring.
Light envelopes me ...
Warmth pervades me ...
I am immersed
In bliss.
Upon awakening I face
The struggles of life again.
Those who would take me down,
Bind me, blind me, malign me,
Surround me.
Yet I am saved by the words
I now know by heart,
By soul,
“God, do not forsake me!”
I survive knowing
I will be lifted,
I will float, fly, soar,
Weightless
To the healing light
Of eternal
Bliss.