Walking. Talking. Finding in a dream

I dreamed last night.

Walking. Talking. Finding.

I found that tears fell. I walked straight away from
the hurt.

Then finding a poem called Mary Mary oh my. Of
how reading it the words pulled my emotions out.
Realizing it was not written from me but of someone
else.

Poem trailed down asking of the lies, the hurt to
be forgiven. In process of reading my head nods to
agree that all was forgiven even though some days
retrace the steps.

Recalling on the memories I smile. Not finding who
wrote this poem just feeling of happiness for them.
A sense of overwhelming love and compassion for
their sincere request.

I glance away from dream and pray in a corner.
Hoping Jehovah does help the writer find their way.

Walking through nature is where I am stationed
next. Praying for a light rainfall, a gentle mist to
cover the emptiness.

Glancing down to feet, there lies a group of gerber
daisies. How oh I dance. My eye light up. A
mysterious gray from watery blue. Searching for
one who gave, I never find. Still the face, the spirit
is ever grateful.

Then gradually I drift away and awake. Oh how I ask
Jehovah who the writer of poem was and deeply I
know who. Still there was so much written that even
now I recall most of what was there. Forgivenness,
love, changes and still it was unfinished by 2
question in end.

I hold those in head. Waking, becoming alert. I slowly
pull soul to upright position. Preparing for a steaming
hot roll of massaging droplets to open eyes and mind.

Then off to begin day with a smile.

Walking. Talking. Searching.

Perhaps the day will find the answers.