A Dream

                 The sky was gray. It was early morning before sunrise. For some reason I was standing in front of my home…in the middle of the street, a major traffic artery that stretches across the entire United States. I was looking toward the center of town, the business district. The trees were still full of green leaves. It might have been spring or late summer. I looked to my right and saw my house. My family was inside, probably sleeping. I was the early riser at our place. I enjoyed the peace and quiet, the tranquility of early morning spent listening to the birds when they began their singing and before traffic began to move. It was time spent in God’s Country. But this morning I was in front of my house.

                Suddenly a huge flock of white doves took flight from the branches of the tree filled with green leaves. I thought how beautiful they were. And then I heard a voice. There was no one around but there was a voice speaking to me.

                “Cathy, it is the end of the world.”

                In the middle of the street in front of my house, the street that was a highway that is a major traffic artery that stretches across the entire United States, I watched the white doves lift up and away and heard the voice tell me, “It is the end of the world.”

                I dropped to my knees in the very spot where I stood, folded my hands and prayed fervently to my God to protect his people.

                It was a dream. It was simply a dream…wasn’t it?

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