my photo of Father John @ Christ Church- Hudson NY
In my dream…
priests give me hugs and kisses. None of them require I genuflect, or do penance for forgiveness.
The Lustenrings rush from
the wedding under the ‘el’ train on Jamaica Avenue in Richmond Hill to see Aunt Jeanne even though she and John Poland divorced after 17 years.
The gay nephew recalls my total acceptance of his unconventional choices. He divides his wealth 50/50 and finds a new partner who is also accepted as is.
Apparently, the spirit world is like that: timeless and equal. A circle of acceptance and honoring. A fiery flame of purity, a translation of Babel, a merging of cultures.
All the additions to the family welcome its newest siblings to give glory, laud and honor.
It’s like going to sleep and rebooting. Being held. Wrapped. carried as one.
I await patiently the revelation of glory.