East 2

I keep dreaming.

Never the same place

but always searching for Daddy.

No words.

No sound.

Just a feeling that he went East.

I don’t know where that comes from.

It is just there

like something I have always known.

In the dream

I move through places

that feel close yet unreachable.

Not strange, fuller, more real, more alive.

Maybe it is Mount Zion.

Not Heaven

but the place before Heaven

where people wait for the final gathering.

I wonder if this is what seekers have always known

a land you can sense but never fully touch

so you keep moving, keep following.

I have seen Daddy’s house there.

It looks like ours

but everything is brighter

so much better.

So much richer.

We speak, sometimes just for moments

before he vanishes or I wake.

He tells me things,

then the world pulls him away

and I am left reaching, wanting more.

He dresses with care,

looks younger than I expect,

and everyone there knows him

respects him, greets him, listens.

Sometimes when we meet

I am a baby again.

He holds me

and prays.

No words

but I feel it

he sees my future

like it is already blessed.

I wonder if this is where

the ones who look like us

but live in the other place go.

I wonder if this is Eden

hidden somewhere East

where the ones we love

are still becoming.

I keep dreaming

I keep moving East

even if I never reach the end

I know he is there

I know he sees me

and the dreaming

feels like love,

even when it slips away.

Poet's notes:

I once wrote the story of this experience here