Dreaming
When you were young life
pressed upon you, from nightfall to daybreak, a series of dreams
designed to bring out a part of you that was lost in time. There was
no need to fear these dreams; they were only His silent way of
reaching you as shadows fell. And while you slept away the night,
these dreams were noble and sublime.
They told of tales about you.
They told of your past, your present, and your future to be
discovered soon. You knew not what these messages meant; only that
they spoke to you in a language yet to be deciphered, but a language
that was His above all.
Now you rest at night and dreams
still come it seems, to frighten you, and awaken you, and inform you
of what you are. Listen close to these rare gems. As letters, open
them soon. Learn to read your mail, my friend; before it becomes
past due.
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