I don't know what they are for sure, these dreams that swirl around in the *whirl and twirl* of my days.
They're there, though. Strong and Real.
The swirling is what makes it all so vague. Not calm and clear. Just swirls. I'm trying to See through them and I catch glimpses of color. Bright and brilliant colors.
My heart's bending low -- Asking. Waiting. Expecting. Anticipating.
I'm remembering that here is where He wants me to See.
Not there. Not then. Not when. Just here.
The dreams aren't clear. They aren't certain. And I'm afraid of that tendency in me to crave perfection, and so I hesitate to even name a dream that surfaces in the swirl. Because, what if I'm wrong?
Dreams are dreams, though. And there isn't a wrong.
I tell myself this and still, I hesitate to choose this, right Now.
I'm waiting. And listening.
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