And a quiet serene lake.
My breadth slows
And barely exists.
My soul rises quickly
Through many dimensions,
Finally resting
On a breezy sea shore.
Warm sand fills the
Space between my toes.
Clear blue-white sky
Quickly darkens
And a large orange moon
Hovers over and reflects on
Royal blue water.
An angel takes my hand –
She has olive skin,
Glowing auburn hair
And glistening blue eyes.
We are dressed in
Purple-blue light.
She whispers a single word
Into my ear,
“Love.”
In a flash
I am on a busy
Urban night street.
I wave at the bus
That stops for me.
The driver, also,
Has glistening blue eyes.
I get on,
Now wearing bed clothes –
A black t-shirt
And black sweat pants.
Before finding a seat
I wake up,
Light and peaceful.
I wear a dark ring of eternal morning.
There is soft noise from the kitchen.
A blue-grey bird pecks at ice
In the back yard.
So, I open the door
While Blanco, the feral cat we feed
Scratches eagerly at pane glass
Revealing God’s gentle right hand
I let him in and he moves quickly
Shaking his head back and forth
As our house is full of talkative stars
He brings life into the walls
And hatches shadows.
An approving sound.
Through blue dark sublime
And sits in the recliner.
I notice that he is wearing
A flower of faith
Rick Davis lives in the Logan Square neighborhood of Chicago, Illinois, USA., with his wife. He is a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University, and has completed graduate work at several schools. He has worked in market research, and in several customer service positions
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