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The laden fruit tree crossed my heart
Tempting me to seek another path
I refrain from satisfying the appetite
And went on fasting to end this
Vicious and painful plight.

I deny myself of everything in search of 
 A new beginning so I went off in a period of silence
Away from everyone and explored deep within 
but instead the answer came for someone else. 


I drifted in a dose on January seventh
The night was extremely cold and I padded
My self with four layers of sweaters
and four pairs of socks to keep myself warm.

In the wee hours of the early morning 
The answer I seek for myself was not clear
But I know that the answer was for someone else
On this night the mystery was retold in a few words.
And someone’s was there to reconfirm.

I dreamt that I was in an open space 
sitting on a big park bench  and a woman messenger
In the form of a Prime Minister came to me and asked,
“Will I be reelected?”
And an angel replied, “Yes”
That messenger confirmed that a popular woman
In America will be the next president.

The messenger suddenly disappeared in thin air 
I got up and walked towards the street
And saw a woman standing behind a podium 
On the pavement of a busy street
Addressing a jubilant crowd. 

The Messenger walked across the street
And passed a note in front of the
Woman behind the podium
She glanced at it briefly then continues
To address the jubilant crowd.

I took the note from the messenger and
 went in the bushes close to a nearby bridge
Suddenly a man appeared and stood close to me
We read the message together
And this was what the note said,
 “I need help with the infrastructure”

We stood in the bushes and looked up at the bridge
Cars were speeding over it but something was
Unusual at the corner of the bridge
A rusted spot was exposed 
It seemed as if it was about to give way
So I left the man in the bushes 
 And quickly walked away.
I woke up suddenly out 
of my sleep before the break of day.
                                                                 ©2015 Christine Phillips
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