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Mom, Dad, and Ronnie Lee Meet Me At the Labyrinth



Yes, the first three individuals have all gone to Heaven.
I am the only one of two that remains on the earth.
But in my dreams I have dreamt the three of them meet me at the labyrinth.
A lovely place where all is peaceful and serene.
The clouds are heavy today though they are white in color.
They are somewhat pendulous as I walk the path which I have no one close to me.
Suddenly, I am struck with the thoughts of these three wonderful people.
They seemingly take an opportunity to leave Heaven for a  time and walk as well.
Mom and Dad walk hand in hand as Ronnie Lee is inches behind them.
They see someone up the path and detect it is myself.
Mom calls to me in her usual voice.
Dad puts his hand close to his mouth and hollers ‘Bud”.
Ronnie Lee, never having met me takes hold of my hand for I feel someone's hand gripping mine.
It is a time of sheer Heaven for me to feel them and to hear them speaking.
God, in His love, allows this to take place.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2016-2-20)







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