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When Souls Dream

They dream of distant shores
	with rivers that never end,
The place they long to see
	as the Day becomes clear.

They follow a dried river bed
	where elephants lay and surrender
Their dust-covered bones
	upon layers of broken clay, 

Shadows on horseback drift
	through valleys and rocky trails,
Past sunset-colored hills
        toward the soft, red, horizon.

The sun dips into the canyon  
	into a shimmering dark river  
with the moonlit stars reflecting 
	their dreams upon the surface,  

A calm oasis for tired souls  
	Burdened with costly goods,  
looking for rest from the black night  
	searching for peace in the cool night,  

A large fire is kindled near the water  
	smoke from the sacrifice rises high, 
The sweet aroma fills the air    
	until it reaches the falling moonlight,

The river is bathed with sparkling light  
	Solemn faces are illuminated and bright,  
 They look about with wonder and hope 
	They look for the one who is strong in soul, 

A man rises and parts the moonlight 
	in his hands is a sacred scroll,
 the light follows him to an altar of stone  
	where he gently unfurls crisp, curved, pages 

He searches bold lines of black letters  
        as the orange embers warm the night,  
The rest wait silently; with eyes barely open 
        quietly listening; as if they are dreaming,

Then the words are spoken from the scroll 
         their sound echoes on the canyon walls,
Memories buried deep within emerge
         reminding them all of who they were. 

A new vision forms in the horizon
         The Dawn is quickly rising,
Golden sunrays shining the way
         pushing the shadows further away,

A Whirlwind forms between the sunrays  
         a rushing force that turns and turns!
Filling the air with crystals of pure light
         the shadows flee from this fearsome Light! 

It rises slowly above the canyon
	 as the young and old look with awe,
The one who was strong cannot stand 
	he is brought low - to his knees and hands, 

He whispers those sacred words once again,
        then a blanket of mist suddenly descends,
And the heart of every soul opens wide
        because the Almighty is here - to give them life!


Mark Stumpff
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