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Awakened naturally—no need to go
to the bathroom—I peeked through
the blinds of the bedroom window and
there it was; had I been dreaming or was
this all just a glorious morning awakening?
The tall thin tree branches with greening leaves
rhythmically swayed and dangled in the air—the
electric wires hanging and swinging lowly before
them—as if waves flowing toward some distant
shore; eastward, were likewise leafless trees.
Looking down and out onto the green
terrestrial shores can be seen bushy flora
dancing to a Ska-Raggae-like beat coming
from the rhythmic flowing wind spreading
an amazing scenic view of the time in space
between dying winter and the resurrection
of the spring’s coming joy and her coming
hopes—springing towards ascension.
Gradually, an interlude of calmness
rolled in and a few rhythmic sky tears began
to splash onto the outside bedroom window seal,
fogging the pane. I closed the blinds, rolled over
and closed my eyes; when I awoke again, I got up
and went out onto the wet patio where it all
became apparent that it was not a dream but
rather, a blessed beautiful beaming God sent day.
Suddenly, like falling shooting stars across the sky,
beautiful rain-like snowdrops began rhythmically
flowing down upon the terrestrial green canvas;
quickly disappearing, leaving dew-like reflections.
No, not hale nor snow, but lengthy white long
raindrops; white elongated raindrops sparkling
the green grass; but after only a few minutes,
these ceased to fall; gone were the wind and the
dark veiling clouds; liberating the brightness of
God’s raised sun.
Once again, how amazingly mind-blowing
is the seasonal timing between dying winter,
newborn spring, wet grass and another beautiful
sunshine day perpendicular to the earth with God.
