I dreamed I knew where I was going
And I chose the right person to follow.
And everyone I saw looked up from their own version of reality
And said, “I want more than this.”
I dreamed someone told me, “The time has come,”
And it had.
And that the wars were over
And they were.
And the displaced came home.
And children were safe.
And everyone had a chance to catch their breath.
Because all the things that had to happen first had happened,
Because the rock that had been hewn without a hand being put to it had settled
Into a land that will never be destroyed,
Because I could trust the one I had followed
And I wasn’t terrified.
And everyone was happy at last because they had handed over the vantage points they once believed indispensable.
And so there was no longer anything to prolong the suffering.
Instead of toes and feet and legs and torsos scattering into dust,
There were bodies filling out with the assurance of self-knowledge and acceptance of others.
And they were quiet and waiting for the Advent that would soon begin.