Interior Landscapes: the Border Collie
Interior Landscapes: The Border Collie
It is the country of fallow fields in
my dream, our car pulls off the road
beside a fenced in area...
The grass is tall and merciful there.
In this field, a border collie runs at top
speed back and forth.
My soul knows the dog as my dog who
died years before.
My heart bounds, I alight from the car
through the evening's heat, climb through
the fence love pouring like painful nectar
from me.
God tells me, in this dream, the dog has
gone through many lifetimes, soul traveled
just to have this moment with me.
I stand in the middle of the field, gray night
sky to both sides of us, but dark clarity
above and I call to the dog, my arms
opened wide, "Come to me, my beautiful
dog. How long I have waited just to
hold you."
The dog knows me and leaps from a full
run into my arms. The dog is as warm as
love and reality.
Then, the moment passes and the dog
scurries joyously away into an enourmous
white church at the far end of the field, its
orange warm light resounding through the
fallow and the full fields then... The gray
and the vibrant purple.
I know the white church to be heaven and
God assures me the dog is happy and safe
there.
I turn, go back to the car through the
Summer night's heat and am rested in my
soul, rested in my dreams.
Copyright © Romella Kitchens | Year Posted 2014
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