There is news, and then there is news. A good word spoken at the right time, is there anything that comforts more than that? It is rare for me to dream, so i must document and share. So here is story that is true. Honest, no jest, its of truth I tell you. I laid my head down to rest, Just last night, in my bed safest. I never dream, or so do on rare occasion, But last night a vision came in. I looked about me and saw nothing, Felt hands from behind me, hugging. As one embraces their loved companion, Her hands on my chest, across it she ran them. I felt her move coming closer to my ear, I could not see the face, yet her whispers were near. "Are you finally ready for my affects?" But the answer she knew in all dialects. I breathed and I feared, I let a sigh go, Part of the preamble is the bitterness in me, I think you need to know. "I am," said I and meant it though the bitterness was still sore, So she took me and cared for me like never before. I woke from my dream and stared and thought, Thinking as I stare, knowing what to do, or rather not! A gift was this dream, I thank the Lord for it's He who brought it, He has handed me relief, replenishing me so I don't quit! Thank you God for the message and joy Thank you for this dream brought to your child, who inside is just a lost little boy.