Leave-Taking Preparation...
Sometimes when I awaken- especially to the sound of voices on the clock radio on the nearby bedside table- I am confused as to time and place...where am I, I wonder, and what is this day? as dream fragments hold me entwined in tendrils of imagination, of fancy's flight, where voices, faces of those long gone are vividly present where the curtain dividing what was from what is is gossamer-thin where past and present fuse into the one-ness of now, drawing me into the Spirit's tether where I am held as gently as a babe in holy, wholly loving arms