Not a Dream
It will seem like a dream,
blanketing your shackles in light
until they vanish like a passing breath of
You will walk
and the iron gate will be unlocked and open.
At the intersection
you will know it is not a dream,
but a beautiful reckoning, a reconciliation
between reality and ideals.
What you value and keep,
and what you hand over
will equal in authority.
You will be escorted onto the path
in spite of practical obstacles.
In spite of the guarded prison cell,
your freedom will arrive,
gloriously and easefully.
You will get dressed and follow.
This is not a dream. There will be no blood spilt
to ensure your release. It will feel like a dream.
What you commit to will be your lead and your tether.
The shadow of tormented suffering will
be waved away by the angel’s magnificent hand.
The way will be cleared
you will be rejoicing, opened,
© 2018 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “BlogNostics” February 2019
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