A Spiritual Awakening

Walking across the grass, tall, unopposed, well dressed as always. I say to my brother, must we talk? He nods. I hug and kiss his cheek. He appears a picture of health. A mild concerned look on his face, yet he says that he is happy. I seek out my sisters to visit with Paul. I know that they must, for time is the essence. From nowhere my mother appears. Her fragile frame dressed as always, so elegantly. I ask. Am I going to heaven? She leans back, eyes slightly closed, as if to hold a secret. "God will not let me say" she replies. As I pass by, a mother holding her baby, I look to the baby. You know don't you? The baby smiles, not able to speak, but she understands. Seeking to inform this mother, I encounter another. a family holding three tiny bodies the size of my hand. Would you like to hold one? I do. I begin to nourish this child. As It grow in my hand it smiles as if to say thank you. I awake! I ask myself, am I forgiven? Surely there is hope.