PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

we took a walk in a dream

just my father and me

and it was the most lovely walk

that I had ever taken

real or imagined

he told me all sorts of things

glorious things that I can not now

for some reason seem to recall

I can only suppose that is because

it is the Lord's will

but the memory is still beautiful

even though somewhat vague

until that dream

I had never fully realized

that the heart so like a sponge

could swell and fill with such

purifying love

why, I felt worthy of that walk I took

with my father

we stopped to pick wild flowers in a

field

and he told me I was far more than he

ever imagined I would be

and that the simple beauty of one's

untouched soul is like a sun kissed

flower yet to be discovered

from this dream I learned that I will

never shake off this feeling of newness

like the mist that has fallen

to make the morning's dew

nor do I believe that I would ever wish

to

I have you to thank for that dear father

and for giving me the supreme feeling of

knowing that I will one day walk again with

you soon........................

(May 28, 1996)