When Dreams Become Reality

by Jeremy A Miller   Feb 24, 2005


In times of grief and utter pain,
we pray to God for it to wain.
We close our eyes and what we find,
is something more than just a sign
that after death there's something more,
that painful days we've seen before.
Where daylight passions fill the air
and azure skies bring gentle care
to flowers drenched in holy rain,
in fields of bliss where angels lain.
The birds sing songs in emerald trees,
and diamonds span cerulean seas.
The mountains touch the heavens so
the world can see how they go.
Across the land a rainbow spreads
the colors soak the skies ahead
we run to watch in total heed
but stop to see the colors bleed
into our skin and through our hearts
the piercing throb to where it starts,
we do not know but we can feel
the darkness in us slowly peel
We're born again under the light
which granted us our will to fight
for what we do accept as true
that there's a life awaiting you,
So close your eyes and you will see
when dreams become reality.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Anne Conner

    Keep writing and never loose hope in God. He is our strength in our weakness.

  • 20 years ago

    by Anne Conner

    Great poem. God is good isn't He!

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