A Trinitarian Dream That Morning of the Immaculate Conception

the mysterious dream arrived unexpectedly,

that morning of the feast of the immaculately conceived,

a  bare house with no tables, beds, or chairs,

battered by strong winds unleashed,

inside a frightened soul fights for dear life,

out of the ceiling pours an avalanche,

miraculously, not of heavy mud, but of paper crosses,

and on the ground, layers of paper religious icons,

salvaged to be taken to a Jesuit church,

but into this discarded pile a body dived,

to claim his one true source of salvation,

icons of the Trinity.

Author’s Note: Inspired by An Actual Dream Experienced the Morning of Dec 8, 2011.

~ by Martin Gaerlan on December 10, 2011.

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