BluestoneReview

like recognizing a glass of wine, or a line from Whitman or noticing the scenery while sitting in the back seat of a car. There is a third of our lives spent off away in those lost lands science says we can spend 80 minutes daily, dreaming and if one lives to reach 80, that’s 4.4 years of dreaming there. Sometimes startling, awakening to horror’s cold sweat Now and again, a summer’s day dream-waking occurs, yet where are the intricate details? Having fled? Gone back to whence they came? Yet we feel determined that we can’t be wrong about the particular dream that wakes us up. Those clouds are moving across the distant horizon. The tracks in the snow disappear into our intimate cave.

Uncle Harry’s Song By Evelyn Bales

Aunt Ginny’s funeral was almost over when Uncle Harry rose from the pew. The Lord has laid it on my heart to… his voice trailed away. Then he began to sing in pure, sweet tenor one last song for his sister. There will be a happy meeting in Heaven, I know, When we see the many loved ones we’ve known here below. Gathered on that blessed hilltop with hearts all aglow.

Oh, That will be a glad reunion day. His kin sat first in stunned silence, but soon the chapel was filled with quiet sobbing as our shy, soft-spoken uncle sang, a cappella, the four verses written on his heart. As he sang the veil between this world and the next parted, and we were joined in spirit with all those who had gone before and all who would ever come after.

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