Vespers At Dream Cafe

It was approaching sunset displayed boldly across red sky west as I entered Dream Café, Time for candle lit vespers and incense which I feared would be more personal nightmare than political dream. I came to this Café, for the first time, because our Democratic Town Committee was nominating candidates for Mayor and City Council and School Board right after silent and sung vespers here inside a DreamCafe on BenFranklin's wisdom street. I had been warned. All those inside this Dream each day at sunset begin to smile with gratitude and to pray for multiculturing grace to grow together. This felt like a strangely inappropriate way to fulfill Democratic trust commencements so I was prepared to include my dismay in my review for next News delivery day. Lights dimmed along rose-hued rough-cut walls as candlelight began to come our way through mists of frankincense in sway and lavender, orange and lemon oils worked into handmade chairs and cherry tables, maple walls and oak-grained floor; Incense burners on display quieting louder sounds of fading AnthroPlay. I had been warned about this poly-creolizing array to begin with a peace poem read or sung and, if a favorite of cooperatively gathered patrons, then others might join in sometimes swelling cadence and harmonic rhythms like I Have A Dream! repeating what we've come to sacred share. And so it was a well sung love song for Earth, of Earth, and all Her EarthSoul Tribes with and in harmonic sway. Thanksgiving for sacred dawns and dusks, and all FirstForest creatures and creations in-between, And even nightmare absence of DreamCafes for those still longing to belong here, where we are together planted, here as now co-dreamers of silent echoes for just one solidarity moment before reflecting voices begin to stand and sing fertile flowing anthems. Voices speaking of love they heard and felt this warm moist day in Spring, and who has come to mind among WiseElders and Adolescents assembled and nearby here this dusky day to rise above our sometimes polarizing fray. And this to my surprise was how vespers invited nominations for how best to continue ending our vespered day for all who enter this grace-filled DreamCafe, and those nearby eager to read all about it come next NewDawn's greeting way.