Written for Kate Clifford's Anything Is Possible Contest |
IN MY DREAMS I believe God speaks to us through dreams; When we are relaxed and sleeping, it seems That time and space are intertwined, and we Experience the impossible in what we see. Many years ago I dreamed of my brother Who was living way out in the west, The gas was on, but unlit, and he Had come home and laid down to rest. "Just a dream", my mother said When I told her what I had seen; Yet in a year or so he came home And related to us - my dream! "I almost died", he said softly, And couldn't believe his ears, When mother told him of my dream And of my "unfounded" fears. Another time, another dream, My aunt had passed away; I saw her lying in a coffin And the events of the day. Dreams are strange sometimes When events are foretold; It has happened time and again, Even now that I've grown old. In mourning, I left the room When my sister passed away; Yet three knocks on the door Told me she'd be okay. So strange the way things happen, In Germany I felt the loss again; Of a brother killed in an accident I swear he came to me back then. I'd settled down beside my husband And was wakened from a sleep; A chill in the air, I felt him there With a destiny he must keep. In my dreams, I've felt and seen More than I care to know; But God prepares the way for us And softens up the blow. |