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.
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