| The Still Waters | 
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I saw it, one night, in a dream: this place, where no more lack could be. No lack of health, no lack of time—no lack of goodness deep in me. My feet stood on a fertile ground, that spread beyond horizon's view; The peace and joy was in the air, and on the grass, like morning dew. The sun was not a yellow ball, that hurt to look it in the eye. Instead, the light was everywhere, beneath the ground, above the sky. My mansion stood upon a hill, I wondered that it was so grand! For I had purchased nothing here…no dwelling place, no plot of land. My brothers and my sisters all, I knew at once now, in this place— Their costumes and facades were gone; my own mask fell from off my face. And then they saw me, waking there, and rushed to greet me, as before. My heart was bursting with the love which I remembered more and more. How could it be I ever left, and lost in memory what was mine? What wasted time I've spent in sleep; what joyous bliss I've left behind. So now, within the greater dream, of life and self that's sleeping still— I know what waits for me, one day: my journey home, my Father's will. |