At the edge of a wood with sunset now going, my wife stood nearby her face all a knowing. She stood by a path that led deep in the wood, she’d found out a secret she’d tell if she could. Though midst the darkness of night her face showed no sorrow, somehow I knew it was my task to follow. We entered a clearing where stood a well made of stone, though dark all around us we felt not alone. Around the well leaves of autumn lay in abundant full colour, not one looked the same each unique from the other. A breeze blew upon them swirling them round, making them dance without making a sound. As the breeze gently swirled it merged with white light, and there in that clearing leaves danced in the night. The breeze was the light and the light was the breeze, and it twirled all around us with the greatest of ease. With the light came a peace that began to surround, so we stood there in awe on the holiest of ground. And as we breathed in the breeze and soaked in the light, He healed the hurt in our souls that belonged to the night. All our fears vanished, melted like snow, all gone forever in one single blow. And as we stood there in awe at this wonderful sight, my children came running all full of delight. And one of them whispered as if on a whim, “I know who it is Dad.... it’s got to be Him.!”
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The dream....
At the edge of a wood with sunset now going, my wife stood nearby her face all a knowing. She stood by a path that led deep in the wood, she’d found out a secret she’d tell if she could. Though midst the darkness of night her face showed no sorrow, somehow I knew it was my task to follow. We entered a clearing where stood a well made of stone, though dark all around us we felt not alone. Around the well leaves of autumn lay in abundant full colour, not one looked the same each unique from the other. A breeze blew upon them swirling them round, making them dance without making a sound. As the breeze gently swirled it merged with white light, and there in that clearing leaves danced in the night. The breeze was the light and the light was the breeze, and it twirled all around us with the greatest of ease. With the light came a peace that began to surround, so we stood there in awe on the holiest of ground. And as we breathed in the breeze and soaked in the light, He healed the hurt in our souls that belonged to the night. All our fears vanished, melted like snow, all gone forever in one single blow. And as we stood there in awe at this wonderful sight, my children came running all full of delight. And one of them whispered as if on a whim, “I know who it is Dad.... it’s got to be Him.!”
