“Show me thy Rituals and I will show thee thy Heart”.
- Paul S Hickman
This Is Not My Dream
My mother call me “Martin”. Not just my name, but
A strong spiritual tone in her voice. Seemingly, the
Same as all the others at play. But, mine was
Different than theirs.
Not even I could understand that hallow feeling
Burning in the center of my chest. Swiftly, time was
Passing through roads of life mine was unlike
The others- too. As it seems like living in a
Strange world. Peering, out into the
Outer world. This is not my Dream.
And, far beyond my reach, but the end was
Not in my sight. There is much more to do more
To do. This is not my Dream.
Tears, rolling down my cheeks. People of
All cultures embracing each other giving
Love for a great loss. Marching, as one culture.
I saw in my dream that BLM as the epitome
Of my dreams.
Then, came the culture of the vile deed doers.
As with me, the invisible battle rages on. Hearts
filled with hatred, despair and fear of that which
will come -violent. This is Not my Dream.
Whose hand is this! Lord is that you? Martin!
Your job is done time to come home. It has been a
Long, but short journey with so much more to do.
Wiping the paths of wrongness with care and
Thoughtfulness. Sure, there were good times
Beyond the pale.
Maybe, I can watch them from here as my soul
Sails around until the end of eternity.
I have a Dream! I have a Dream...!
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