Awakening
Another sleepless night without you,
Yet I had another dream.
8 young children were picking flowers,
Or...so it would seem.
4 girls and 4 boys stood before me,
Each holding a small gift of love;
And though most refused, 2 didn't.
A gentle light shone from above.
Sunlight pierced my eyelids,
Causing my dream to cease.
And all around was silence,
Calm, and peace.
In the quiet something grew.
Something unfamiliar...
A crescendoing voice judging my life.
Was I just wrong the whole time?
"Were you just wrong the whole time?"
The voice had such power..
For I, in her still absence,
Met she who accepted my flower.
Copyright © John Jacks | Year Posted 2018
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