I wrote this poem to my husband in my dream last night. In the dream I wrote the poem between the lines of a book with a purple colored pencil (not sure of the color significance). When I awoke, I couldn’t get the poem out of my mind. It kept repeating in my head until I got up around 5 am and wrote it in my journal. After reading it to my husband, I have decided to share it…
The leaves crackle under my feet
As I wrestle with the overgrowth
Making my way toward the spot of sun I see in the distance
I have scrapes and wounds to tend to
From broken brush and thorny vines
Oh, but that spot of sun
Pulls me toward her
Promising a clearing ahead
Where possibilities abound.
Will you walk with me?
Love, Joy, Truth, Gratitude-