The Lord is my light and my salvation.
Whom then should I fear.
We will know our own resurrection.
We need not shed a tear.

In my dreams I see my mother so clearly.
Every detail is there.
The one so dearly.
It is her.

Waking I only have a vague remembrance.
I struggle to remember her.
In dreams there is real essence.
Waking nothing is clear.

Are my dreams a vision of truth.
But then , we agonise, what is truth.

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We see them in dreams
Our mother and father
Are they truly there

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See Psalm 27