The Dream

The Dream

The dream always starts the same. I am standing on the beach looking out onto a stormy sea. The sky is dark and the water is churning. The wind is cold and strong. I want to run but my feet won't move. From behind me I feel a warmth growing. It takes the chill off my back. The wind begins to die down. The water starts to calm. There is now a light from the warm spot behind me yet I still can not move or even look back. The clouds are gently pushed away revealing heavenly blue sky. Birds start to sing the air starts to smell sweet and a feeling of peace falls over my body. Yet I still can not move. I try to call out but no sound comes forth. A gentle hand reaches out and takes my arm. Now I can move. I slowly turn and there she stands. A vision from heaven standing at my side. Softly we talk as we walk along the shore. The conversation changes every time and I can never remember what we are saying but that doesn't matter. After a while I wake from the dream and I am filled with a warmth that I haven't held in my heart for many years. Could this be true, can I really feel this good after so long?