Heaven
as I passed a small brook
I saw a fawn.
no one around. no mother near.
it took a drink from the cool gleaming water
I realized then it wasn't a fawn I was seeing.
it was me.
in all rationality it couldn't have possibly been.
As I approached, the terrain took a drastic change for the 'weird'.
I didn't know what to think seeing as I was dazed and confused.
I suddenly awoke to the feel of cold water rushing over my hands.
I notice the fawn had run off, with no indication it was ever there.
my head was pounding and nothing seemed real.
my senses had heightened and the grass felt of razors
as I kneeled to drink, I noticed two reflections in the water.
nothing was as it seemed.
a small thicket with several bare trees and that silver stream running through
was the last I could remember.
there was no earth and no sky,
no light and no dark.
only him offering me in and opening his heaven,
and there it was.
There I was.
Copyright © Micah Thompson | Year Posted 2007
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