Dreamtime

She wishes for dreamtime. Her clock has a face but no eyes; It divides into 5-minute slices. Earth turns between sunshine and shadow: a marbled orb spinning in vastness. The girl gazes past clockwork and schedules - speaks from her heart. “I want no time, no measuring up, no counting, no subtraction. I wish for serendipitous meetings, tea and conversations. I wish for dreamtime: for stars singing meanings that linger and echo in art, for words by eye-witnesses, written in treasuries, for covering wings in the dark - in the nest of mystery and truth.” Waiting… Then God is speaking, saying: “For you – My love is also for you.”