I had a wonderful dream gift the other night, of the offer of my grandfathers hand, and my own slipping into his. It was a Wisdom dream/vision gift from the Holy Spirit. It was the recreation of an actual moment from my childhood. I have not thought of this ever as an adult. I was reexperiencing my hand moving into his big, gentle hand. I knew in that split moment as I awoke slightly that I had been given a memory from deep within me to show and remind me of God's presence and protection. I am deeply thankful.
Wisdom waits
to break dark times,
blinds drawn by self.
Love and softness
wilt the dried,
tired distance
of self to God.
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