Interior Landscapes: the Border Collie

Interior Landscapes: The Border Collie It is the country of fallow fields in my dream, our car pulls off the road beside a fenced in area... The grass is tall and merciful there. In this field, a border collie runs at top speed back and forth. My soul knows the dog as my dog who died years before. My heart bounds, I alight from the car through the evening's heat, climb through the fence love pouring like painful nectar from me. God tells me, in this dream, the dog has gone through many lifetimes, soul traveled just to have this moment with me. I stand in the middle of the field, gray night sky to both sides of us, but dark clarity above and I call to the dog, my arms opened wide, "Come to me, my beautiful dog. How long I have waited just to hold you." The dog knows me and leaps from a full run into my arms. The dog is as warm as love and reality. Then, the moment passes and the dog scurries joyously away into an enourmous white church at the far end of the field, its orange warm light resounding through the fallow and the full fields then... The gray and the vibrant purple. I know the white church to be heaven and God assures me the dog is happy and safe there. I turn, go back to the car through the Summer night's heat and am rested in my soul, rested in my dreams.