"Hope"

In these days like so many of us. I've felt sad confused threatened weary. I sleep much. I slept from midnight through the afternoon.

I had two Dreams.

The first was of my "Wandering Time" as I call it. Some of you here know the story. For a year from Spring to Spring I wandered the streets of our great Emerald City.

I had lost my home.

The sun, and moon chased each other through the seasons. Below, and within this I walked in heat, and cold rain, and snow. I dreamed this time like soldiers dream of their wars.

Like my father, and brother dreamed.

I remember from my childhood the cry's of my dad as he slept. His calling out, and moaning. Later my brother after his war did the same. They dreamed of their wars, and now I dream of mine.

This dream this harsh realm morphed as dreams do to other places, and other times.

My second Dream.

A fantasy realm. I was in a theatre of wonders. All around people children sang danced sagas told hymns sung.

There was joy in my heart.

With a sword of living light I knighted girls boys. As I did they grew halos. Even in the dream I thought,...you're kidding!

Everything morphed again.

I was almost aware that it was all just dream. My waking life was on the tip of my soul trying to remember it existed. Yet I was painting a fresco in the subway. Something I always meant to do. 

This world morphed again.

I was in my wandering time once more.  Yet I heard faint singing as from the former dream theatre. Beautiful but now so far in the distance. Then I awoke. Our present troubles waiting. However beauty, and hope though distant were not lost not gone.

This was the lesson. This is hope.