Dreamtime
She wishes for dreamtime.
Her clock has a face but no eyes;
It divides into 5-minute slices.
Earth turns between sunshine and shadow:
a marbled orb spinning in vastness.
The girl gazes
past clockwork and schedules -
speaks from her heart.
“I want no time, no measuring up,
no counting, no subtraction.
I wish for serendipitous meetings,
tea and conversations.
I wish for dreamtime:
for stars singing meanings that linger
and echo in art,
for words by eye-witnesses,
written in treasuries,
for covering wings in the dark -
in the nest of mystery and truth.”
Waiting…
Then God is speaking, saying:
“For you – My love is also for you.”
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