Opus of a Dream

In
my sleep,
I conduct
an orchestra
of stress and worry.
The melody begins
slowly at first, then builds as
flashes of concern come crashing
in like cymbals, jolting me awake.
A deep breath, silent prayer, sleep returns.

EPIPHANY
January 6, 2018

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