In the night I had a dream
of mountains high above me
casting a shadow
as far as I could see
and in the distance
a man stood waiting
silently ..... asking
for what I did not know
he raised his hand
and showed the blood
that he surrendered
...........for me
I watched as tears
rolled down his face
when I started
to turn and walk away
and I stopped
. . . . . amazed
his sadness was sincere
and his heart went out
for my ignorance
I stopped to watch again
as he moved his right hand
one drop of blood
slowly hit the sand
it sizzled and spread
and again I was amazed
achawardly I went closer
wanting to understand
and as I reached him
he held out his hand
I looked back once more
to the world I left behind
then grabbed his hand
and held on for dear life
the feeling burst forth
a burden left my soul
and I was loved

- Sarah Johnston


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