And deep in the placid waters of the mind
(silently winds shift back and forth)
Here where dreams come out and visions and voices
In waves of ripples
I awoke to the dust of the dead
((4:58 a.m.)(October 30, 2012))
The voice of my beloved Mother—
Now dead some nine-years and five-months
Hunting for a hidden opening, a porthole
As if standing and waiting
My mind told me: be still, now listen
I saw a glimpse of her face
Or more
I listened.
“Chick,” she said a name she used to call me.
“I am okay!” she emphasized (then a hesitation)
“I’m with the Lord” she said softly (then a hesitation)
“Say Okay?” She
asked.
And I did out loud, twice (as my wife awoke)
Then tears came to my eyes
It seemed a warm wind tiptoed between us
Between polar worlds: between earth and heaven.
It’s been a longtime waiting, I thought
We had agreed on this, if possible a long time ago.
The winds open its doors (from God’s Storm Room)
In its own good time…!
#3452
(October 30, 2012)
