DeSeanna E. Morgan

The First and Last

I dreamt of a night lit sky that shined like no other in Bethlehem, Israel. It was cold and had snowed, but the moon glistened within each flake. There was also in the midst of the North a great star set forth to follow where wise men traveled. I saw fruit that had many branches and the vine thereof was everlasting. An owl knew its path by flight and landed on a barn as the sun began to rise.