On the Deck

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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

clouds.

      

The voice said, “You can trust Me, even with this.”

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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