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I awoke from my very own scream

in the initial confusion though

I heard not a cursed thing

only the constant clatter of my overly

troubled and weary thoughts

or now

so it would seem

disorientation brings to me a large

bucket

to hold all her startling tears

I am shocked by their vast number

yet I am unable to draw any clear conclusion

from the ebb tide of their generous river's

flow

God yet again gently offers me his clean

crisp hanker chief

Faith

I cover my entire aching heart with its

precious forgiving lace

his realization softly whispers

dreams are but nothing for thine true

believers to fear

they are more so small tools

to be selected from and used

at great will for a far, far more

spiritual good

so do not fret

as only small children should

for I cover all darknesses

wherever you roam

shear glorious belief then

hugged me reverently to her marvelous

breast

and I was afraid no more...............

(April 30, 1998)