Awake!

[nibbed]

Awake!
 
I woke from vigour and a full tank—
crashing in a squint.
 
And dreams can be so mean
in their terminal tactility,
 
slinking away—
 
 
our fingers trailing their backs.

I think God gives us dreams because He knows
how we are struggling through life. He allows
adventures where we can't get hurt and sends
us friends when we are lonely. I love how He made
that possible because He loves us and he knows
our limits. Your poem brought tears,
so I guess it is a very effective work.
I'm hopeful you get lots of blessings today.


-nibbed