Last night a dream, soft light, hope stream…
I cling to vision: all is well,
if not okay. God has granted
strength enough for this new day.

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Last night
from somewhere far away
I heard your faint voice call to me
with unequivocal certainty
and the wisdom
of all the ages.

A dream
and yet I felt your hand
shake my shoulders as, somehow, you
roused me from depressed despondency,
state of calloused
calcification.

Soft light
filtered into focus
from pearlescent glow that belongs
to those who belong to God. I found
at last your face –
beautiful to me.

Hope stream
coursed again. I breathed deep.
You placed the host upon my tongue,
traced a cross upon my furrowed brow.
I saw you rise,
healing on your wings.