A face, I recall

I used to see this face in my dreams. Always a comfort. Always a relaxing sight after nightmares.

Never knew who this was. Never dreamed these depths of green could be real. For certain I believed it was a curse of my memories. 

Somewhere I had seen a view as a child and clung too it. Then when the face showed up, the boy too protected me.

Indeed silliness of childhood. Growth into adulthood proved that calming was good but protection was figurative.

Oh but the face, the boy knew in my dreams I needed help.

Never believed a face, a boy nor isles of emeralds could be real.

Almost suddenly a dream, but a shock of reality. A sight. Surely just imagination.

I have dreamed for decades. Not caring to understand dreams. Nor trying to decipher the memories. How,where?

Yet as I stood in pause. There before me was truth.

Truly earth shattering the insides of my soul melted. My spirit soared. And still I could not begin to understand.

Still today I don't even bother to ask why, comfort and protection is there. I just let it remain.

A face, on a boy. A protector of nightmares and trials in my life. Real. Unreal in my sights.

The face. The shades of green. The laughter and peace. I just am grateful.

Then sad because only Jehovah knows why I dreamed in color. Why I held fast to a peace. Why my life led to a realness.

Still I am grateful because Jehovah let me experience. Let me believe. Let me hope. Kept me safe.

I don't believe in connection nor meant to be. I don't try to understand my dreams. I only hold onto Jehovah's reason.

For this I am grateful for the face, the boy I dreamed. The protection I had. The reality.

One day truth may be said. Yet confusion and aloofness will be more understood.

I just have to be happy. To have met once. To understand real. To feel peace.

That I thank Jehovah.