The Shade Was Drawn Up
During the light of day, I was lying upon my bed,
the room was dark.
My mom walked into my room to draw the shade up,
I told her that I didn't want the shade drawn up.
I told her to leave.
After she had left, I looked back to where the
shade remained down.
By itself the shade was drawn up.
Outside my window there was a tree that had
not been there before, the tree was black.
I saw my white hand, my arm entwined with the
arms of the dead, black tree. This tree began to
shake with ten times the strength of any earthquake.
I sat bolt upright.
This dream I could not ignore, because what God had
to say to me just rocked me to the core.
by S.E. Clark
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