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a dreamscape of ordinary
of cheerios strewn in carseats
on the most ordinary drive around town
on the most ordinary of running-errands, nothing-special days
i found a treasure
of skin warm
of smile bright
of son ALIVE.
but as with all of life’s greatest pleasures, so was this treasure:
the more tightly i grasped, longing to hold him
the further and further he slipped away
until i was left
these words, scratched down in prayer for my soul-friend, who woke this morning from a blissful dream of a healthy boy – the very first dream of him since his home-going – to find her arms dreadfully empty once again.
please pray for her today … and for all of those who, like her, must live brave in walking nightmares of children gone too soon.
reading here today … and praying through the sad … and thinking of you, soul-friend. and of a world to come that is beyond even the best dreams – may it come quickly.