Tuesday, September 6, 2011

He who paints the sky..

For a few minutes tonight the sky was filled with splendid brush strokes of colour
and the moon hung bright in its southern orbit.

Childlike, I wonder, "Are you up there somewhere mom?"
I dream about her at night, being "whole" and healthy
and I wonder, in my dreams, if her illness from 4 years ago was all a bad dream,
but wake up to the truth-

The Truth beyond any dreams.

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