I found this poem in my draft queue. I do not remember the dream, and I am grateful that it is being revealed now. The image is from November, 2025. It reminds me that at times the path of peace will include tears.
Last night I dreamt
that a friend and I
went together to the funeral
of someone her father knew.
I knew neither her father nor his friend.
When we arrived at the chapel
we found that in order
to enter, we needed to pass
through a garden of
many paths and levels.
Any confusion we were feeling
eventually dissolved, and
we simply walked,
along one of the many paths leading
along streams of flowers, shrubs, and trees.
When we arrived at the chapel door
we found that we each carried
a perfect blossom.
We took our seats in the stillness,
each holding a flower,
as the service began for
a man who released his hold
on this life to lead us
on a journey of peace.
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