THE CHRISTMAS TREE FARM

A DEAD man once came to me
within my dream – was more than that
He I met while still alive
Christmas trees he sold to the living

Across a swath of Texas land
those trees peppered the ground
like missiles they pointed upward

The greatest smile and warm-jointed hand
A true soul with weathered spirit…

Many times he approached me in my sleep
always caring and doing for me such things
aside from that long story I have to say…

His message was a note for his daughter
Holy symbols he used in all he did
as the number 3 — dreams, divinity and me

So in the year of his death — which I not knew
I went to visit his Christmas Tree ranch
parked my car and walked toward the receiver

A lovely lady who stared at me — questions…
we felt the connection and I had to say
“I have a message for you from your daddy”

She burst into tears and fell into my arms
“How did you know, Sir! How did you know!”
The short story for you — I tell the reader

“He said he’s saved and dearly misses you.”

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About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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