Dream Journal

 Some nights ago

I dreamt of the hand of God 

Coming down from the sky 

Picking me up directly from a huge bridge. 

As I am drifting away to slumber tonight

I am remembering this dream and I am softly pondering over its significance to my life 

From the space in-between 

I whisper :

Father...

I am Yours...

Take me wherever You want to.

Amen.