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A Spiritual Awakening
Walking across the grass, tall, unopposed, well dressed as always.
I say to my brother, must we talk?
He nods.
I hug and kiss his cheek.
He appears a picture of health.
A mild concerned look on his face,
yet he says that he is happy.
I seek out my sisters to visit with Paul.
I know that they must, for time is the essence.
From nowhere my mother appears.
Her fragile frame dressed as always, so elegantly.
I ask. Am I going to heaven?
She leans back,
eyes slightly closed, as if to hold a secret.
"God will not let me say" she replies.
As I pass by, a mother holding her baby,
I look to the baby.
You know don't you?
The baby smiles, not able to speak, but she understands.
Seeking to inform this mother, I encounter another.
a family holding three tiny bodies the size of my hand.
Would you like to hold one? I do.
I begin to nourish this child. As
It grow in my hand it smiles
as if to say thank you.
I awake! I ask myself, am I forgiven?
Surely there is hope.
Copyright ©
Ray Zottola
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