One day, at least a million years ago,
I lay in a patch of sweet clover
mixed with grass grown plump and soft
The dew of the evening was wet and cold.

In the summer I was sweating
and the sun was  sweltering hot
I sought refuge every evening
A magical lawn in every night,
I'd look to the stars in wonder.

When I lay down, it stretched all around
I was endless and so was the field.
It fit me I knew, everything was perfect.
And then, my body would separate
from myself, I began to wander.

Dear Friend:  Have you ever watched a plane explode?
Right in front of your eyes? Even in a dream?
Knowing what is happening, yet also knowing
there is nothing you can do to change it?
From the sky, it arrives. I look up
out of the corner of my eye
Just in time to watch it disintegrate,
just in time to witness their demise.

The bodies and metal floating down
don't look dangerous, but they could be...
if they land on me. but, I'm frozen.
It is dark and light in the sky
at the very same time.

I take in the great shock, the horrible sound;
from all the rubble that is raining down.
Is heaven coming to me?
...or am I heaven bound?

Next to me falls a piece of debris
its force spins me around.
I start my jagged crawl on my stomach
to a hopeful higher ground.


I try not to rip on the scrap all around.
But inevitably, I scrape a gape in my leg;
I've no reason to yell, I do not feel it.
It was like I was watching the future.

I wish I could see what is going to be
before it happens in front of me.
I strain to stand up on both feet
But this is no longer an option for me
Walking is now a lost luxury,

I hit my forehead on an errant piece of metal
It does not belong in the wonder of the four leaf clovers;
in this green pasture where sodden grass surrounds.
Me, as I drift between sleeping and dreaming,
I cry.

With the grass, my pillow under my head,
Once again, I begin to dream.
But, I’m woken by my whimpering
As I wake up; I let out a small sigh

I look up from the soft, safety of my grass blanket.
My eyes bleary, watch the white puffs of cotton
as they sail across the dark blue sky.
The clouds are reflections of my thoughts;
my ships, sailing across the ocean blue.

They pass freely, so close to me.
They reach down and touch me.
I smile.
But still, they move away.
Into a world beyond me, they dance.
I wish I could fly off and dance with them.
I turn my head and see a four leaf clover
so close to my eye, I can only focus on
that one four leaf clover, as it looks back at me.
God is with me. He chuckles in a gentle way.
My conscience is keen, listening as He speaks to me.
I take in His words completely.

“Child, Life will always be as it is today.
Death is not evil, life is not pure.
Do not lose your sight of me.
What changes is your belief in me.
I recognize your wild eyes, your grimaced frown.
Darling, don't give up, you have now been found.
Magically I breathe life into your mouth.
Yes, gently, gently, you slowly calm down.
You are in my arms, I am with you now.
Let your tears fall on the grass’s green
Let the four leaf clover soften your face.
I promise I am here and I will never leave
You are now forever bound in My grace.”