Two dreams, two poems
Perfection In the dream I heard: Every moment in time, every blade of grass, the way the sunlight dances on your face and you don’t know it, but I do and I see it for what it is: Perfection. ------- Glowing embers In the dream I heard: Deep within the heart of life, in the essence of who I am, there is one who tends the sacred flame, whose hands can hold the glowing embers and whose gentle breath coaxes them back to life when pain dampens their burning. --Stuart Higginbotham



Glowing Embers
I have felt that way so many times in my life! You got it right in your thoughtful beautiful words.
Cecily