Hidden in a Dream

A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens

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Turn the key,

Unlock the mystery,

Of the place that is free:

Where words flow gently.

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Quiet down mind!

Listen to the stillness,

And once again find

The whimsical fullness.

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The words, already there.

The flow, entirely, exists.

But the secret is wondrous rare

In how to unlock this.

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Put pen, and place to paper,

Words flow out, as a stream,

Flowing, stirring, existing forever!

But hidden behind a dream.

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Words, ideas, always hidden.

Never new, but old and wise.

Giving glimpses of a wonderful heaven,

As they welcome you into their lives.

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Do I create beauty?

Words and cadence and prose?

Does this honor belong to me?

Or am I only unlocking those?

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Michelangelo’s David, hidden in marble,

And a thought hidden in trees.

My own mind stumbles and warbles.

But when I reach behind this curtain it’s free.

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So let these words flow through my fingers.

And let these thoughts fly in a summer breeze.

And listen, just listen, and you’ll hear the whispers,

Of the Mighty One in the seas.

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And maybe, just maybe, you’ll hear the words.

The poetry He wrote into the sky.

The love He hid inside fjords.

And then you’ll ask Him, “Why?”

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And He’ll smile and just play again the symphony.

Throw shooting stars to dazzle your eyes.

And you’ll be caught in a moment of glory,

As, His love for you, all reason defies.

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And I hear the whispers, I listen to the vapors,

I find them in the secret places.

They flow through my mind and onto the paper.

The secrets my heart knows of His graces.

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Hidden in a Dream.

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~Joy Aletheia Stevens

Photo Credit: Climbing Journal Mount Rinjani package by Trekking Rinjani (CC BY 2.0)