Dreams (A Poem)

Kaleidoscope of dreams,

shifting in my mind

like raindrops trickling

down a windowpane.

Each dream is a mystery

partially concealed,

like the horizon cloaked

in a shroud of mist.

Floating in the distance

like a feather on a breeze,

the gentle love of God

lifts us up with ease.

His grace surrounds us

as we trust in His hand,

bringing unity and hope

to those who understand.

The rippling waterfall

a symbol of His care,

overflowing with compassion

in a world of despair.

A symphony of birds

whistling in the trees,

a chorus of creation

that fills us with ease.

With each veil that lifts,

the beauty of His plan

unveils itself to us,

and dreams come true again.