The Sunday Muse #126, wherein we’re
To be inspired by the photo by
I dreamed I stood clothed in black lace
in a field of golden wheat
arms outstretched, pleading to be free
free of the miasma of life’s tragedies
free of divisiveness and hate
free of leaders speaking with forked tongues.
free of the dark entities that tested my soul.
I dreamed I heard a powerful voice
saying “I set you free”
and the cloud of darkness left me
evaporating beyond my outstretched arms
I dreamed……I dreamed……I dreamed
I watched it fade away into healing light…
and so it came to be.