Monday 5 November 2018

1 Poem by milt montague

the dream
alone with nature
bonding with the ultimate
wandering in the Sinai Desert
tired….. time to rest….perhaps sleep

Abraham awoke to the sound of rushing water
but …. there is no water to be seen
just a barren wasteland
as far as the eye
can see

was it a dream ? …..
he distinctly heard the sound
of a stream dashing
through the sands

was he being told ….
something vital in a dream ….
by someone…..?

a lost remembrance
struggling to surface ?

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