My Recurring Dream
For years I’ve sadly known of one who dislikes me—
A member of my family, whom I do love.
No matter how I’ve tried—solution not to be,
My fervent prayers unanswered by dear God above.
Except I’m granted a recurring dream, so real,
Whereby the two of us are friends and get along,
And in my dream, I thank dear God that my appeal
Was heard whereby he helped to make our kinship strong.
This haunting dream recurred for many hopeless years,
And still, invades and stirs my sleep at present time.
In it, my heart accepts apology with tears—
Rejoicing, we embrace and kiss in scene sublime.
What disappointment when I stir and then awake
And realize once more it was this same old dream—
My morning seems less bright, my heart forlorn with ache;
If only this were true, not sleep’s nocturnal scheme.
However, I do feel that God sends me this gift
As his firm sign of things to come some future day.
My hope is strong, my heart wanting to mend this rift,
And make my dream come true—take this heartache away.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Emotional Anger, Hurt, Rage
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Judged: 11/30/2017
~3rd Place~
Contest: Dreams
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 04/28/2015
Iambic Hexameter
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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