More Saturday morning dreams. More church dreams for this girl who barely preaches anymore except from her counseling office under the altar. I wish I could remember the words from the sermon. But still... I woke up enfolded in hope.
I woke up enfolded
Like in a warm blanket
Like standing
In warm sun
With a spring breeze
Blowing
Fresh air.
I woke up
From church dreams,
A sermon on hope,
The best sermon
I have heard in years.
I wish I remembered
The words
Oh I wish I remembered
The words
But still I woke up enfolded
Like in a warm blanket
Like standing in the sun
A spring breeze blowing
Fresh air.
Hope.
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