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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.

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