We know that this was our son.
And he was born blind.
If we look towards the Lord’s son.
We need never be blind.

I dreamt I met my mother.
In our old home.
It was as if she was here, loosed from death’s tether.
She had come home.

She was so real.
Was this a trick of the brain.
Or had she returned to cement love’s seal.
Only in dreams can we meet in our mind’s lane.

Do the dead return.
One day will it be our turn.

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Do the dead return
Yes,  in our own dreams they can
That is what we see

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See John 9: 1-41