My mother had a dream in which I entered
her bedroom calling Mom, Oh Mom until
my voice pulled her from something…
enigmatic? . What, she said and opened her eyes.
I simply answered, The Lord is here, as if someone
less important than a gentleman
caller without flowers had arrived.
Although she is nearly deaf, I only had to
say this awful thing about the Lord once.
What happened then, I asked
terrified I was the harbinger of my mother’s death.
Nothing, she said, I called because I want to know why
you came back to see me so soon and why
you said what you said.
No words of logic convince her
now it was a dream.
That evening, after work,
my lover asked me if I had something
on my mind. No, Why?, I lied. At 2 am
you were not in the bed. I thought you might be
reading but no light was on.
I cannot explain this. I live 12 hours away
from my home town. I don’t know the Lord
well enough to introduce him to my mother.
Now, what do I tell her?
Or should I leave that to the Lord?