Lucid Vision
My heart throbs fast while panic does linger on
beholding child who frees himself from wheelchair
there soaring high toward triumph against pain
devoid of spasm midst sweet smile, running gladly…
then I awake to thank the Lord* for peace-glow.
*Psalms 136:1 136 O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
October 5, 2023
10th place, "A hypnagogic dream" Iambic Pentameter Poetry Writing Premiere
Contest; Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 10/6/2023
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