Last night I dreamed I stood by the sea,

Grey and motionless and as cold as could be.

And a cry so lonely, so lost and forlorn

Echoed eerily across the pre-dawn.

I wanted to go, to search and to find.

"Not yet!" I heard a voice from behind.

And I felt in my bones the mourning and loss

Of the families torn by the tempest tossed.

Then I saw the beginning of a new dawn,

And a warmth began to heat the morn.

There was a man far in front of me,

And he walked the shore as He had in Galilee.

I followed the footsteps along the shore

Till the sun came up and I saw Him no more.

Then a child who was lost and clutching a toy

Came to me trusting, then a girl and a boy.

"I can't find my mummy." they cried to me.

"We will find her again." I said confidently.

So we walked and we climbed up the cliff to the land.

I held the children in the palm of each hand.

"Follow" I heard a voice command.

And I did, and began the healing of land.

I awoke with a tear stained pillow in tow

And still the dream has not let me go.

So I write my thoughts, my feeling, my will.

I want to be there. To hold and to heal.