In this sleep,
swept away in a dream
I think of stars and space,
galaxies and grace
traveling through me
are the heavens + dust
a Holy Spirit is a hand
on the gavel of justice
speaking the words so sincere
like it’s just us.
From novas to supernovas
and into the stratosphere
I take a breath and
release all my fear,
you held me gently
in the palm of your hand
I held on tightly and let go once
just to understand
that justice isn’t
just fair being fairness
but the matters of
self + awareness.
Oh and how in this dream
I can trade the
practical for the magical
wondering when I wake
if there will be any magic at all,
but this dream is dreamed
in sleep and in wake
for there will always be
stars and space,
galaxies and grace
for I am made of
heaven and dust
the word of god and
the gospel of love
I have come to believe
in the magic of dreams,
I have come to believe
in the magic of me
-AH
This actually made tears fall. It is so beautifully written.
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I am touched by your comment and humbled by such kindness. Thank you!
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❤ 🙂
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Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night and commented:
A tender beautiful and very special poem.
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Hi. This was so so beautiful. So powerful. I really liked it. ❤
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Carol, thank you so much for reading, your comment about this poem is filling me with joy!
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