Waking

11 December 2025

I had dreamed of a life

ahead of me

with all its glory,

its sound, its music, its lights.

A life of possibilities,

of discoveries,of delights.

The years raced ahead,

and my dreamscouldn’t catch up.

I met sickness, death, and loss—

and suddenly my days became my joy:

the simple grace of waking up,

of breathing in the pace of life.

The questions have faded;

cobwebs and mist gather

around the dreams.

Voices that once felt near

are now silent—

meetings, greetings,

rendezvous far

and in-between.

My steps are firmer,

my mind grown clear of dreams.

Only prayers remain now,

soft and steadfast,

where my dreams once lived.