“waking up" in a dream, your mother's garden flourishes and she smiles and never knows the taste of rot in a dream, you take god off the shelf, shake the dirt from his shoulders he's smaller than he once was. you no longer tremble. in a dream, kindness dances off your tongue genuine, golden, graceful your silicone heart beating a song from your sister's piano you see the world through rosewater eyes in a dream, the greenest shoot sprouts from the ash how wonderful it is that some things still believe in resurrection that some things refuse to be destroyed.” LoveLifeGodKindnessDreamsResurrectionSistersGardens Author:E. P.