On the deck he fell asleep, gently rocked by the waves
he was dreaming of wings fluttering, the gentle speech of angels
in his ear. What were they saying in their heavenly language?
A seagull rudely burst into his dream, and his eyes squinted open
as the bird squawked for more food, the engines began to roar.
He realized he had been praying moments before,
and as he drifted off again, a voice very clearly spoke,
in the space between waking and sleeping, between
now and eternity, somewhere in the gray
The voice said, “You can trust Me, even with this.”
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
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