deedeewisdom

       Dreams

Dreams come from that other place
Where time spins back and forth

And as it spins, it shoots dreams
Into our sleep like shooting stars of insight

Helping us to make sense of the nonsensical

Helping us to integrate and synthesize
Fears and tears that otherwise would
Make gashes or dig graves

These blessed dreams
Create warmth
And breathing
And children’s warm caresses on our breast

These blessed dreams
Bring us from despair
To dare
To live in our world of woe

And bring from the past
The very truths
That will make it possible
To live in the today

Oh dreams
My dreams!

I thank you for your warm
Soup of life…

Diane Findlen Garrow